Tip the glass
Enough so it falls
And breaks into the tiny fragments
Of what was left of me.
Deep cuts slash across my skin.
Drops of tears scatter the ground
To transfuse my lovely heartbreak
Into my spilt blood.
None of my afflictions
Can still my love
Because your fingers still linger
On my slivered body.
And my condensed heart
Craves your touch.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty In Yellow
PoetryA bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow."...
