Your being was extraordinary evanescence
Your soul outlined in a seafoam blue
Thought you hated your fingernails like dull crescents
That always carved into the flesh of you
Your hair is golden and dark thread
Your eyes are the almonds from which trees grow anew
It is a wonder why you yearn to be dead
And you act like you don't have a clue
When I sit at this sink and carve my arm
And I let you know because you hold my trust
Even titanium hearts can go through harm
Because their doors begin to rust
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Link
PoetryPoems. Some for my friends, some for my love, some for my enemies, and some for perfect strangers.
