Why tastes this honey
sweet in my little mind,
yet it becomes bitter
in my hungry tummy?
Heart open and breaking;
My dizzy thoughts drowning
in a pool of lonelyness.
Soul closed and quietly sobbing.
Destroying gentle flowers bad;
Was there ever a garden?
A blossoming in the midst of escape?
The sky, it looks so sad.
What is happening?
What could? What should?
Leaves in my hand only;
It hasn't stopped raining.
Can't smell a thing;
Dryness of a desert
capturing my broken heart.
Of this castle who's king?
Honey tastes bitter on my tongue;
This endless search for a
dead flower in hopes of joy;
The truth truly stung.
-Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
