Untitled (but my personal favorite)

It's the constant hammering
Of your heart within your chest,
The resonance of sunlight
Hums in the bits of you that left.

The mirroring mockery
That shimmers within eyes
The whir of all you hope to be
Is sighted in her sighs.

But does anything get clearer,
Throughout these painted streets?
If your eyes shifted skyward
Would you ever truly see?

This gold is artificial,
Enhanced atmospheric bliss.
The only glow that matters
Floats away upon your kiss.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're so perfect.

<3 I'm so sorry, I need to write to you more. I will, I promise.