#thoughtry

Upon faces of mountains;

Carve visages;

Outlast me;

Preface my existence;

I am an open book upon which emotions are canvassed;

I am stuck in pretext;

Blinded by context of the deceitful words that exit your lips;

I was your decrescendo;

My Muse;

You exit focus again;

And fade into memory;

Resurfacing as scars;

Exiting as wounds;

When I rest above a calm, stormy ocean;

I look at the stars and am reminded of you;

When you look upon a vast cosmo;

An ocean per se of stars;