alone,
looking as lovely,
as a blossom
in the midst of Spring.
i see no haste
although
you are not of
an amiable ambience.
your eyes gaze and
speak of a million lies
you've heard
yet withheld.
fastened onto a
seat of comfort;
yet so tense
and susceptible.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
alone,
looking as lovely,
as a blossom
in the midst of Spring.
i see no haste
although
you are not of
an amiable ambience.
your eyes gaze and
speak of a million lies
you've heard
yet withheld.
fastened onto a
seat of comfort;
yet so tense
and susceptible.
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