Saturday, September 5, 2015

although I've
often
dreamt and written
about those
hypnotic eyes of
yours
why are the possibilities
of them ever being
mine
so frightening

the possibility
of my grayscale
life
being filled with colour
the possibility
of my lonely nights
being filled with
light
the possibility
of my soul's
liberation
and ultimate devotion
to the shrine
of your
heart

and the possibility
of it being
the end of your
freedom
with your wings
cut
and the little hummingbird
who roamed the
world
to enjoy the beauty of it

no longer
being.

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