Devoid

Unmoving on bed,
after words submerge,
I never remember when
my conscience leaves me
and reaches silent places
wandering street to sreet
searching your giggles.

And when it's unable to pay,
I would sell myself
if it could bring your lightest smile.

In front of strangers
reading old stories
from the untouched strips,
I am spending a lifetime
pulling out every eyelash
to fly from hand's back
for you to wish all desires.

And when it goes unheard,
I would pull myself
if it could grant your smallest liking.


Sim