"Yours."
There is a faint glow,
tied in your presence--
illuminating every word,
in every dropped silence--
ceasing to exist.
The glow that is invisible,
if only the eyes of those--
that cannot seek it.
A rare, untouchable specter,
a haunting emotion--
enticing me, but slips
like smoke.
Yet so many times,
that await to be created--
with only us and the
road we choose to make.
So many looks, many moments,
dreams and secrets--
lying gently beneath
a sheet of trust,
in deep slumber.
Awaiting to belong,
to become apart of.
But despite the space,
which merely divides us--
There is still your laughter.
engraved, as a memory--
which will forever be yours.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Wed Sep 23, 2009 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |
