You are a poem darling,
Written by you, yourself.
A symphony and epiphany,
A painting with depth.
With all the sorrow in your eyes,
And all the times you have wept.
The scar you retraced at 4am,
And all the good days,
When you slept.
YOU ARE READING
Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
