There's always an
inexplicable something
about all things old.
Maybe, these yellowing, crinkled, slightly forgotten
-slipped off the inky azure of the mind's corners-
have felt the way a pair of lips
moves & crinkles
as
they make
wide-eyed wishes and closed mouth good-byes.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
There's always an
inexplicable something
about all things old.
Maybe, these yellowing, crinkled, slightly forgotten
-slipped off the inky azure of the mind's corners-
have felt the way a pair of lips
moves & crinkles
as
they make
wide-eyed wishes and closed mouth good-byes.
Hey lovely soul!
x
