Poems from meialle
it is limitless.
a daunting white that bleeds through my vision
like a veil casted over my eyes,
not so much translucent but opaque.
...
she was like watercolor.
no.
She was watercolor.
her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
her blue...
i'm afraid.
it's a feeling i can't escape from — nothing i can turn a blind eye to, skip over, forget.
fear follows me like a shadow...