borderline addicted
to incantation leaving your lips
each word carries its own soul,
hidden beauty only a few understand

some lines laden with love
masquerading as a soft hello
hoping you’ll see more than just a smile

when the night falls,
crimson sky sleeps behind the hills
wildflowers lose track of time and space
just like weary spirits bathed in magic
I’m always coming back for more
of you


© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


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