daylight has come by soft sunlight
but it keeps me in the comfort of my bed where I usually long to be beside your loving frame
no jewels just in the simplest and softest of my garments
start overthinking what a life already lies behind me
would be enough for thirteen lifetimes
oh the world seems black and white again and grey blurring are the things I do
my kisses black like my veins' ink
but white my scars and evidence of ruin
and feeling that there are more like me
there have to be
for it is like checkered marble dusted with burnt love letters' ash
more letters than I ever wrote but it is of our shared healing
at last there is one hope I have
that we can all cry and laugh as one with no regrets
allowing our feelings
at the tortured poets department
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
