Periphescence-Sheep Dog/Wolf

inches barely separate our faces slim dark circles decorate your eyes periphescence, under skin as we’re tracing gentle lines parallel, I’ve never been so hopeful nervous still, a shiver in my bones periphescence, under skin protection from the cold and I you it’s been weeks, now, with an isle between us hear you speak, although you’re miles away periphescence, under skin as I’m waiting for the day absence has solidity this morning life’s lost some vividity, today periphescence, under skin is lacking and I crave and I you it won’t fit words and melody why do I even try? this can’t help but fall short a nd disappoint a painting of the sky I’m sorry this falls short and disappoints, my painting of the sky