just for you

Imagine

a story

written

just for you

eyes you say?

It’s in the eyes she says, and yet she can’t quite remember the color of those particular eyes…

 

what does it mean?

“It’s imperceptible, the lengths taken to become what one does not understand.”

it's the start of something.

Imprisoned by our movements,

Marshaled by our memories.

rambling

Awkwardly wondering,

Falsely hoping,

Meekly imagining.

a HAIKU I think

My attempt at a Haiku. I don’t think it’s completely proper, but it does follow the 5-7-5 pattern.

A lover’s meet cue,

Stars shine on merry makers.

Obvious pattern.

Imagine, the impossible