Lola Laa

Tangible

sweetly, we, of our aquamarines,
drifting in and out of the consciousness
the velvet of our words did create
and the raw timbre
slicing through the veins that surround my core
whispering to the tears aching inside my mind's eye
can i keep you?

he who had only seen the
shades of my emeralds
but never the depths of my gray
he, who did not shy away
from the distinct lines of fallacy
present in my realities.

holding fast to the lines etched in
somber palms,
allowing my destruction only knowing
that the foundation remains the same, ...