cattygrace
The fading blue, the greying white, the haze between two scores. Oblivious to your tune, I sing of ocean against my oars. Prey tell your aria before I slip into the boundless brume to ponder On why you may have let me drift on to the bare b…
I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear. Not today, not now, I have places where I must go, and though I must forever rush, my head will hang low. I guess I'm one of the fac…
The glass floors for skating had once been a lake. The children learn to ballet on the sugar cake. footsteps painted, the artist falls, Fall like angels. Red cheeked like dolls. Shrouded in mum's woolen, she bought in mid-July. Now, she wil…
Black, white and mute we wander, through these… empty alleyways and corridors. White Light strikes us blind, when these eyes meet, our silence donned with firm underscores. You bid farewell, and I the same, we… cannot stare with a…
Akin to a stream animated on rocks, Each syllable embraces its beat. It longs to ensnare each snapshot of imagination, By a clause, simplicity harmonizing impact. It lusts yet may contain innocence, All to seek the waves of one's tongue. Wa…