my love in truth, to hide your eyes
behind the reason and soft little cries
that spill from your heart, when you do speak
seems but a victim, in the days past weeks
weeks and days, that know no lies
only a truth yet spoken, not yet realized
for you have a voice, nestled deep within
a warmth, a passion, in the days yet to begin
to find, all the truth, hidden behind your eyes
i reach out my hand, to run my fingers on your skin
to streak the sliver, to dance deep within
your smile, your glow, that shine on through
all the moments, that speak in truth
About Me
- noir
- I am a writer. A dreamer. A poet. A thief. A man who creates, steals, tears down, builds up, other's beliefs. I take not what I need, only what I want. And watch this world grow, and fall, apart. I stand on the edge. I live safe from harm. I seek and find, bridge the gaps in my mind, my heart. Where lovers stray, where lovers dare, where all others stop. I watch this world grow, and then fall desperately apart.
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