Things shall never be the same
A voice whispered
Pancakes on the counter
The Bible opened in the midst
My chariot dismantled along with summers I'd miss.
I took a sip,
Raising a glass to the last moment of bliss
Because I had to insist on never seeing them again
My hair unkempt
My heart starving
My eyes dry
With no more tears left to cry
Things will never be the same
And what I must accept about this state
That things are definitely much better this way
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
