As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


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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