August Poetry
Bewilder me with clarity
as we hang our stars amongst the clouds
and lose every ounce of patience
we have for each other
with utmost sincerity
the difference in our minds' lies
is as ever changing as the color of your eyes
lest you forget the blue in mine
never alters but my breath does
falter following my heart as it
drowns in clouded waters
are these wounds festering
or is it the itch of the healing
that we're feeling?
as we hang our stars amongst the clouds
and lose every ounce of patience
we have for each other
with utmost sincerity
the difference in our minds' lies
is as ever changing as the color of your eyes
lest you forget the blue in mine
never alters but my breath does
falter following my heart as it
drowns in clouded waters
are these wounds festering
or is it the itch of the healing
that we're feeling?