Am i allowed to know the hue of your eyes? cause you're the purest essence, while i'm just a sock with holes and sighs.
Am i permitted to behold your splendor's light? cause you're the spring's warmth, while i'm just a grass 'neath winter's bite.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
