Chasing,
Not I
Always wondering
Head lost in the sky
Blue Eyes
Crisp,
Edges worn
Tattered
Torn
Heart Sworn
Chasing
Must I?
We Know
Why.
Langue d’Amour
11 years ago
Peals of laughter, Banana peels, Peal of the telephone in a soundless and lonely room. Layers of pain I peel away, as the peal of a car alarm breaks the monotony. Layer after Layer, Peeled away, With the peals of my cup full of tears.
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