To the dimmest of the nights,
I thank for stars at sight
To my hair of ebony,
I strut a crown for thee
The swarthy coffee in my cup,
With milk to buff it up
The piceous canvas I wish to fill,
The silver paint shall spill
And to this pitch black heart of mine,
I hope to make all thine
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
