What storms quietly in that beautiful head?
Something flares through the eyes, too proud to beg.
Something exudes, fierce and elegant,
it glows, it reigns—magnificent.
Confidence that floods, leaves no trace,
then shatters my soul in its silent embrace.
Bear in mind the distance between us
cruel and vast it aches, destroys the trust
Must every hope just crumble into dust?
From the start we were deemed unjust,
ink like injuries, hearts crushed,
our names written deep in plot rust.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
What storms quietly in that beautiful head?
Something flares through the eyes, too proud to beg.
Something exudes, fierce and elegant,
it glows, it reigns—magnificent.
Confidence that floods, leaves no trace,
then shatters my soul in its silent embrace.
Bear in mind the distance between us
cruel and vast it aches, destroys the trust
Must every hope just crumble into dust?
From the start we were deemed unjust,
ink like injuries, hearts crushed,
our names written deep in plot rust.
this is the result of countless nights longing for the sky and the stars. LOL. Also on my blog
