The Stare
Beauty and despair, walk hand in hand
flowery meadow of the unseen land
walked past the drainage, sudden musty stand
filtered by the eyes the dirty farewell

dirt and garbage seemed to fill up the heart
with thoughts that could increase lust
looking far to see a beautiful sight
that might just not end right

each stare changes it’s course
leaving a whopping impression, destroying once life
The touch, the feeling, left them to die
Die within the mind, the body
To forever being left untold

© Nazah Purnota