How it ends

Fingers carressing a glass screen 

Heart longing for skin

Prints dabbing away at letters  

Mind fixated on the things that matter 

Sonnets encrypted in inch long sentences 

Yellow orbs of nothingness failing to say what only my eyes can 

Minds like intricately woven silk 

We’re spiders looking to rope each other in 

But the static is clouded by the waves 

Of all we did and did not say.

Author: loladeniyi


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