My Longing Mind

How come she never attacks Silently flowing by in the river of trees The gleam of her eyes reflecting The longing in my mind The coldness of fading touch Painting me in pastel hue She sits there staring right through me As I become part of the image she views Blending in, simply two-dimensional How come she’s always just watching Letting the wars of heart and mind collide Gradually my surrounding sense the change Stationed a foot from her silhouette Dark against the luminous sky Her icy white warmth consuming me
The End

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