Light sprawls in beams of glory as she dances through the night,
not a sound was heard, for even cicadas stopped chirping to gaze into her light.
As the hours roll by she keeps on dancing through the sound of storms,
time cannot touch her for now, her presence is guarded by thorns.
She seems so close by, and yet still so far,
appearing as only a vague memory of a woman who once was, as perfect and flawed as you are.
The woman keeps on laughing as you struggle to reach her in time,
for when midnight comes she will be punished for her crimes.
You try to save her, although you must've know that she was too good to be true,
it had been a while since anyone had ever loved her as much as you.
Although love isn't as powerful as time, or distance,
at least you still have a small memory, proof of her existence.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...
