Poems from quietwhispersinthewind
Does your breath catch at the sight of me?
Do you search my expressions for some subtelty?
Do you hope for things which you cannot confess...
I hoped for some relief, to satiate my churning mind, some confidante to listen to me, but alas I have no patient god, must I study every...
my heart races like the wind through the autumn leaves, my tongue lingers uselessly as though it is a hanging fruit, my mind searches for...