Glare
Swift clicks through the night
Don't tell me who you are
Intentions veiled through subtle words
And conversations stained with ardent spirits
As faceless desires sink us deeper into despair
Distant from the glare
A touch brings us closer
But only for a moment as reality storms and thrashes
Bitter at the miss of her existence.
Posted Sep 14, 2022, 6:01 AM UTC
26