Ebony Went Out.

Is love easily explained?

Is it comprehensible?

The gears in my head stir

and keep me awake,

No sound in particular,

I wish to hear your voice,

Taste the sweetness of your lips, 

The salt of your skin.

I yearn to make you smile, 

make your heart rejoice.

Nothing said aloud, 

and I need you to hear it.

If the cut is too deep,

the scar too thick,

do we pull away

and figure it out in time?

I want to show you how I feel,

to show you who I am.

See who you are,

and head towards the light.

Author's Note

06.01.2014