with searching eyes
It's not just a stare,
it’s a promise trembling in silence,
a moment where love holds its breath and our beating hearts answer for us.
with searching eyes
It's not just a stare,
it’s a promise trembling in silence,
a moment where love holds its breath and our beating hearts answer for us.
Do I even know how to talk to you? How am I supposed to do that?
Do I even know how to talk to you? How am I supposed to do that?
~Charles Bukowski
Tales of Ordinary Madness
~Charles Bukowski
Tales of Ordinary Madness
and no silence
can keep my thoughts
from finding their way to you,
softly calling your name
as if pressed against my skin.
and no silence
can keep my thoughts
from finding their way to you,
softly calling your name
as if pressed against my skin.