Tiers of Joy
Salty droplets spicing the ripped layer of onion in calloused palms,
Drowning in the depths of unfamiliar eyes still hoping,
Another name on another shoe box entombed with yesterday's dreams,
Placed gently on the highest tier of my fool’s closet,
Too soon forgotten in the latest scuffle of two worn souls.
Drowning in the depths of unfamiliar eyes still hoping,
Another name on another shoe box entombed with yesterday's dreams,
Placed gently on the highest tier of my fool’s closet,
Too soon forgotten in the latest scuffle of two worn souls.