I am afraid
That these inquisitive brown eyes;
That flits between
hot caramel and golden sun rays,
dark neon signs and blue posts,
would strain and break
like wood against steel.
But it feels familiar -
This gaze
of honey and summer;
fools' gold that seems too real
Magic? That it may be-
I will never know.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
I am afraid
That these inquisitive brown eyes;
That flits between
hot caramel and golden sun rays,
dark neon signs and blue posts,
would strain and break
like wood against steel.
But it feels familiar -
This gaze
of honey and summer;
fools' gold that seems too real
Magic? That it may be-
I will never know.
