Frosty grey light of an almost-dawn
Filtering in through a closed window
Too early for waking, too late for sleep
Burning red hearts of an almost-love
Seeping in through a closed mind
Too early to fall, too late to realize
Sad, blind me of an almost-heartbreak
All alone now
Too little, too late
YOU ARE READING
Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
