You're mourning
For what was never lost -
The sharp knife of 'almost,'
Still burried in your heart,
Aching for what never was,
Never will be.
And outside
The moon was watching you -
Bearing the same heartache
Of almost burning bright,
Yearning for a light of his own,
No more borrowed.
Tomorrow -
You hope would never come.
Stretch this night eternal,
There's so much more to cry,
To drown the pain and memories,
Wanting to forget.
YOU ARE READING
Velvet Shadows
Poetry"We no longer have the bright skies, And tangerine drenched windows, But a twilight soaked in white lies And consuming velvet shadows." __________________________________ A continuation to Pulchritude. Two years gone by, when I thought a love that h...
