easily offered senses
What I'll give to gain.
By crayoncreativePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Sight or sound?
Sound.
I want to hear you. I've no need for seeing when your laughter evades my being.
What a cage. To see your mirth and register only the making of our memory.
To see only and never feel the careful cusping of my name on your lips.
Dearest, I wish to hear you.
What are eyes when the color of life is lost on me.
Tell me much. Tell me all.
Tell me again.
That you love me.
About the Creator
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