sebastian trench


Blindfolds Of The Past

Lost, for you sank in the sun
Faded, for you rest upon ashes
My eyes search, with diminishing hope
For
A tender wisp of the pinks of your hands
A sultry gasp from the gaps in your hairline
A soft admission of your shy wells
Lost,
Faded,
Love, careless
But left
Unpunished.

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