• rjaygrace 24w


    You're as constant as the sun's peek from behind the curtains of dawn; Always, not less, you stir within me a fire that burns hot as rage that spills its storm waves over and above the lozenge's speed of soak.

    You're as constant as the pain between my flat feet and the shoe's sole, a stumbling one-inch distance that hovers beneath my scared, jumpy soul and my wary eyes.

    You're a constant buzz that I want to shut with the calculated clap of my palms, but your flit is as elusive as a mirage.

    You're a constant that is and is not, a constant empty, that would soon lose your seat on the throne of smug, for Behold HE comes for HIS place, "oblivious" to your departure.