ISBN-13: 9781365126468 / Angielski / Miękka / 2016 / 238 str.
We spoke of instances to be Enjoyed in between kisses and Soft embraces, promised Nothing, expected Nothing. Though now we linger in an Inconformity where trust Is the anchor and Storm. It was your eyes that held on To me, a Look ever so pleading for Comfort, for Help... Reflecting my own tears. It was your eyes, not Your skin, not Your lips, Your omission of Words. The imperfection that Enthralled, none of it, But your eyes. Even now we speak In silence, You cover your face, But I know what rests Behind those walls, For I hide it just as well. I see pain. zakrevski.tumblr.com
We spoke of instances to beEnjoyed in between kisses andSoft embraces, promisedNothing, expectedNothing.Though now we linger in anInconformity where trustIs the anchor andStorm.It was your eyes that held onTo me, aLook ever so pleading forComfort, forHelp...Reflecting my own tears.It was your eyes, notYour skin, notYour lips,Your omission ofWords.The imperfection thatEnthralled, none of it,But your eyes.Even now we speakIn silence,You cover your face,But I know what restsBehind those walls,For I hide it just as well.I see pain.zakrevski.tumblr.com