Eyes follow
lips chase
entrance making is an art form
love is a chess game.
Pawns litter the dead
knights come up short
princess in the castle
charming the ropes and cutting them lose.
Walk into a Starbucks
vanilla filled intentions
and walking home alone
chased by fear and empty shoes.
Netflix and chill
late nights
a cat and an empty pillow
full of love
Saint's Muse 