Thursday, 21 April 2016

i was your artist


but before i go, let's meet. 
before the tide ends 
short beneath our new 
beginningwhen change was 
the only constant I disrupted 
its natural course and deprived 
my skin from bleeding its own 
black; forgive me, i thought 
i was your artist.  

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...