Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

out the door, off course

words walk out the door
yet lose their footing in
the space between
your face and mine
i could make out my outline
reflected in your eyes –
yet what lies beneath
the surface remains
difficult to define and chisel
out of the rock and hard place
we have come to, finding
ourselves a million miles
off course from what is true

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: distant

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