I will be a window
and the secrets you tell with your lips.
The sighs you blanket with the softest care
and the breaths you unknowingly count.
I will be the reminder of every second spent
and every moment felt.
A contradiction of your judgement
and a compliment of your beliefs.
I will be the ink of each unwritten imitation
of every mediocre song.
The scent of orange peel that trails on the
extravagant curves of your fingernails.
(3.19.09)
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
I will be a window
and the secrets you tell with your lips.
The sighs you blanket with the softest care
and the breaths you unknowingly count.
I will be the reminder of every second spent
and every moment felt.
A contradiction of your judgement
and a compliment of your beliefs.
I will be the ink of each unwritten imitation
of every mediocre song.
The scent of orange peel that trails on the
extravagant curves of your fingernails.
(3.19.09)
