Jul 2014
You,
tears streaming down your face. Cloudy eyes.
Lips slightly apart, gasping for air.
Yet you still hold my hands, embrace me,
swallow me whole, eat my every word.
Through them cloudy eyes hope still glistens.
You,
you still love me.
tears streaming down your face. Cloudy eyes.
Lips slightly apart, gasping for air.
Yet you still hold my hands, embrace me,
swallow me whole, eat my every word.
Through them cloudy eyes hope still glistens.
You,
you still love me.
This is the first time I've written a poem in a couple of years. I know it's kinda shabby. But hey.
