Fog
Looking around, I know there's no one here
Your eyes were so unique
Similar to mine
and I wither away each day
like a flower given too much attention
but never any water
I am hollowing from within
These faces are just faces
Beauty is just beauty
Without the context of
all that's been and all that I dream will be
It has no meaning
I look upon their faces I see my own
Only when I look upon your face
Do I see my soul
Copyright © Ny Lanore | Year Posted 2026
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