Language speaks through his eyes into my soul.
It narrates my thoughts and guides my breath.
That glimmer on the corners of my cheeks is language.
Im begging him to put that smirk back on my mouth.
Language flirts with my dreams.
Leading them where it wants.
Language, I ask one thing of you
Wake me up from this fantasy,
But please be there when dreams are gone.
1 comments:
the dreams never go away they live in our ink. may i add u to my blog roll
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