Your blue eyes twirled with sea foam
Bore into mine as we lay
Each of us knowing
As the other sputters to say.
Though words cannot allege
The purity of what is felt
As we lay beneath this blanket
Holding not a shed of doubt
And someday this will change
When the leaves turn to gold
We'll be left with only memories
I'll have your t-shirt left to hold
But for now all's okay
As long as we don't remove the mask
And don't let slip the words
We're both terrified to ask
WOW, Shannon, this is awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteI like the concrete detail of the tee-shirt here and the idea that some moments are all about what is not said, rather than what is. Good work.
ReplyDeletethis is sad :/ but i really like how simple it is and how the details stick out!
ReplyDeletegood job!
i really like it!
ReplyDeleteI really like this, and I agree with kelsey.
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