The whole drive I could not stop the stream,
Hot and urgent they let themselves go,
Gleaming like shiny babies in the artificial white lights.
The bald heads vacantly size me up as I arrive;
These ghosts have seen their share of streams
Till they have none left to reminisce.
They nod knowingly.
I hurry to the mirror to destroy any evidence and......I smile.
These tears have created the perfect smokey eyes.
17.4.15
(C) 2015 Shalini Nayar
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
The whole drive I could not stop the stream,
Hot and urgent they let themselves go,
Gleaming like shiny babies in the artificial white lights.
The bald heads vacantly size me up as I arrive;
These ghosts have seen their share of streams
Till they have none left to reminisce.
They nod knowingly.
I hurry to the mirror to destroy any evidence and......I smile.
These tears have created the perfect smokey eyes.
17.4.15
(C) 2015 Shalini Nayar
