—to be seen yet remain hidden.
Noticed or unnoticed, my eyes, like unguarded sentinels, exposed the authenticity of my feelings. They sought comfort in your gaze while absorbing the warmth of your palm in mine. You became the apple of their longing, the muse that inspired the verses of their silent poetry, and the vibrant stimulus that painted the canvas of their color spectrum.
-Red
Noticed or unnoticed, my eyes, like unguarded sentinels, exposed the authenticity of my feelings. They sought comfort in your gaze while absorbing the warmth of your palm in mine. You became the apple of their longing, the muse that inspired the verses of their silent poetry, and the vibrant stimulus that painted the canvas of…
Writings of Red 