I trace your name in the air, but the wind steals it— you never turn, you never know. My heart is a lighthouse pointed at the shore, but you are a ship with no need for more.
By Moha Ben7 months ago in Poets
**Invisible Love** Your eyes pass through me, like I’m made of glass— a breath, a shadow, you never grasp. I bloom in silence, a flower unseen, aching in colors you’ve never dreamed.
