With setting-sun eyes I look upon your face.
I see midnight coffee refills (no decaf), and
2 AM train rides in your day-after-rain eyes.
There are secrets in your smile.
The concrete breaking wall we used to sit on
is now on top of your brow,
and the high tide is coming in to meet us.
In my face you might see the daybreak.
My smile has honest longing,
but my eye brows are a never-ending forrest;
you will find no answers there.
Please,
sit down beside me,
and hold me in silence
until we are better.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
With setting-sun eyes I look upon your face.
I see midnight coffee refills (no decaf), and
2 AM train rides in your day-after-rain eyes.
There are secrets in your smile.
The concrete breaking wall we used to sit on
is now on top of your brow,
and the high tide is coming in to meet us.
In my face you might see the daybreak.
My smile has honest longing,
but my eye brows are a never-ending forrest;
you will find no answers there.
Please,
sit down beside me,
and hold me in silence
until we are better.
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