Your icy stare into my eyes, as if your face is wrapped in a thousand thin veils, mysteriously hiding thoughts,so many, and pale colours still so rich.
On my lips is this question to fall in love with me one more time, though I’m fully aware it will leave me worn out completely : drained of every further dream.
Both of us know how passionate we relate without the words. Perhaps that’s why I’m leaving them all here. Unspoken.
Both of us know you are wearing the colours of death.
Colours of death. Beautiful & Thank-you LeMonk.
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