Breathtaking sunset lined with subtle tangerine
melded with magenta and crimson,
our heads creating a heart shaped shadow
within the first break of the cold February dusk
A bruised heart's calling is whining softly,
hungry and tired of being mercilessly left alone
yet it cannot give in to it's true feelings
for that would surely cause catastrophe ...
Now the wind ruffles your thick chocolate hair,
the last glimmer of the sun highlighting your eyes
you possess such jade eyes, like no one else
I long to and yet fear staring into them.
Atmosphere stiff with romantic tension,
and yet I find it strangely comforting.
I embrace this nothingness, this dream;
a far fetched fantasy of you holding me.