Bold
Cold
Untold
A mystery to thee
Open your eyes
Compromise
Don’t settle
Walk away
Not today
This time I stand
Demand
Reprimand
The upper hand
Feeling the silky texture of each grain of sand
Unlike anything else
Sharp as glass
Soft as a pillow
Sit with me under the willow
Golden light
It’s not a fight
Love language says “it’s alright”
Whispers to me
Softly
Undeniable force
Coarse
Hoarse
Pleading for refuge
Rescue
☯️
- Amir
