souls dispersed in warm etches of sunrise
banished by the whispering whirlwinds of midnight
your touch burns the papers of poems I wrote for you
the dance of the creaking floorboards, played in tune
with the wails of the northern yearning of my soul
cold winds, brush over the ashes of what once was true love
a catacomb of love hides in the oceans I cried for you
you tangled me in the web of pain and pleasure
then drowned the honey kissed memories, with the harsh conditions of the weather
the paracosm you made was built in the graveyard of the crimes of the heart
YOU ARE READING
𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉
Fanfiction❝𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙢....❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʜɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
