You
Your pupils are like fire
they burn through everything
your irises are an electric realm
swelling grace and sincere winsome
Me
with mellow sockets
dipped in fine charcoal
oozing with endsong force. . .
and unique audacity
- my bad writing
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
