An extended stretch; In the curve of my lips, For a fleeting moment. Turbulent, permanent; Regrets rue the day, Everyday.
Isn’t it oxymoronic; To say that “the sky is lonely”? Everything else; In the sky, Even its blue, Could be lonely.
If you need my love, You know how to take it. Just like you walk into; Your house, With an ownership; Of that space.
They know our language, Even without speaking, We convey a lot, Through axes and saws, Our deaf ears hardly know; Trees are crying
If you could grow wings, And tame the winds. If you could spread, Through the never ending; Vastness in my imagination. Fly to me, to my love nest.
Her frolic, laughter; Moving oceans in her; Smiling eyes, All trick you to believe; In her magic. -Talented concealer.