The pretty glowing eyes,
sparkle and lit the night,
hands grew numb and cold,
as the lot of love was sold,
Priceless time,
unthoughtful lonely moments,
gracefully dancing in my mind,
But the whisper of the street lights,
grew louder in every step,
for seeing her standing there,
it was the deep breath before the plunge,
before all the truth were laid,
after all the lies were said,
and there is no where left to run.
path taken lighted with flame,
shadow fiercely print,
taking a risk of loving.
YOU ARE READING
Uncertain
Poetrythis is my second post from my poetry collections that i made them myself.. nice photo cover from burning-liquid.deviantart.com
