Camelot

Camelot

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Frozen Stills



I've sealed my lips
To bite my tongue
Ruminate on
One still so young

Time is lost
The years have passed
Frozen stills
Of whispered past

Sentiments
Saline blurred
Bygone seasons
Gently stirred

Shall eyes reflect
Genuine contentment
Or the warmth
Of cheeks thoroughly burnt

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