She's quiet, humming the symphony
That her wailing heart desires
Forbidden is the love
So she stays afar, waiting
If ever the gates open
And she's allowed in
Not a wolf right now
But a melody of sorrows
She's a human after all
Living in her tomorrows
Awaiting the fantasy
Of a fictional romance
Adorned in white lace
Red lips that he wanted to kiss
Wild curls sprawled on the satin sheets
Looking like his wildest fantasy coming to life
Came to an end too quick
with broken promises
Of many enticing tomorrows
in one frenzied night
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
