Category Archives: Eyes
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
A modern classic
Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the
A modern classic
Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the
Chasing the sun
Oh my Two words uttered by us both In synchronicity As you watched the sunrise And I watched you With the sun reflected in your eyes
Chasing the sun
Oh my Two words uttered by us both In synchronicity As you watched the sunrise And I watched you With the sun reflected in your eyes
A sketch with words
I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching
A sketch with words
I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching
If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem
Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn
If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem
Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn
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