Faint Lines | On Hold

❧ two

faceless emotions, dusty pines

under the shadows

i could see you cry.

in the season of love

your doors are ajar;

is it just a broken heart

or caraphernelia?

untouched belongings,

lying on the floor 

like some unknown feelings

buried in your soul.

did he leave you

or did he disappear, 

without any hopes of

ever coming near?

and you're still standing,

underneath the pines

the seasons changed, will your heart with time?

❧