It's in those little moments
when you turn to look at me
I'm struck by the darkness in your eyes
that seems to call to me
Never believed in fate that much
but it just seems meant to be
that I'd be drowning in the deepest hues
wishing I'd never have to leave
Then you turn away once more
because you know what you'd done to me
the best part of being with you
is that you know when to set me free.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
