As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Reflections

His unwashed hair
Clutch to the pages
My blindness
Sees his scarred vision
He is no longer alone
I lock into his falling look
Desiring his selfish blue eyes
I don’t know who I would be
Without knowing him
Favouritism now exists
And he is my exception
The sideways glance
And the silence in between
Feeling like a shadow
Or something lost
He slowly fades
He is my reflection






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