gold eyes vi
I wonder if tonight you are
the one in black and white, all deceptive smiles,
or if by Friday you will have changed to red flowers and blue jeans and
gold eyes, sparkling with rare candour.
Discretion has always favored you;
but sometimes I think even I would like to take a break from your abstruse world.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
