sophiedsouza
03/10/11, 08:01 PM
All these lines are filled,
how much closer am I now?
for the diadic taste and literary enhancement,
I'll let my imagination run rampant,
winters outstretched frame,
as snow is as clouds of falling security,
my fingers like dry cement,
I lament possibility,
all around this bleak isolation,
we appear but aren't the same,
the one who holds my adoration,
chooses to be away,
how close are we?
how foolish am I too not realize with every page
the void increases.
.
how much closer am I now?
for the diadic taste and literary enhancement,
I'll let my imagination run rampant,
winters outstretched frame,
as snow is as clouds of falling security,
my fingers like dry cement,
I lament possibility,
all around this bleak isolation,
we appear but aren't the same,
the one who holds my adoration,
chooses to be away,
how close are we?
how foolish am I too not realize with every page
the void increases.
.