My portal to the mine of jewels that were your eyes
Looking glass emeralds sparkling like water on a warm winter day
I could dive into those crisp ponds and drown in your swirling mind
Nights by the fire drying off from a long swim in your lit-up pools
All this from a jump into your gold wire frames
We would wade through swamps to get to rivers
No more night swims in your light pools
No fire to stop my shoulder shivers
We had found in each other our kind
When you dove into those crystal lakes and drowned in it's squeezing bind
The water claimed you in its icy flames
So I'll claim your fire in gold wire frames
AN: What do you think happened to the person they're talking about? I'll give you a hint: line number 10.
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Gold Wire Frames
PoetrySome poetry I wrote the other day. It's from the perspective of someone who's coming to terms with losing a loved one.
