Erised Trilogy Part Two
I see echoes of your eyes in my rhymes
I see stolen words from life
and whispered to the wind to reach you.
I see remorses, sweet and detuned melodies,
to remind me to forget you not.
I see dreams, they never stops to close his eyes,
drawing your face tirelessly,
using my chest like it was a “glossy paper”
and my soul like it was a “grease pencil”
I see fears escape with no reasoning,
disrobing...
