darling raven girl
paint adorned fingers and wrists
a flowing cotton and rough denim mist
Ivy up the wall
and brushes in a colour ball
a deep, dark set
above the cheeks wet with water of smiles
I see the part of you that only when you age
will you see
the darling raven girl
I hold my mind to swoon
as I saw the crescent
and you saw the whole of the moon
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the end in italics is the whole of the moon by the waterboys
I wrote this about my best friend
hope she finds this
YOU ARE READING
Numb Poetry
Poetryall my old poems are gone and someone has probably said "to make anew; is to make a new view" you can follow me on pinterest @Feeling Good _like I should_
