Dedicated to :Brown_eyes_65
She is Mine
The Rhythm of her crawl
at a prey in sight
Her cry for me
In the full moons light .
Or is it all in my head
This perfection, of
The psychotic husband
Who knew no rejection
and murdered her dead.
Thus here this Dedication
An ode to her life,
And her russet hide
For I no longer have the warmth
of the fire,
That resided in,
Her Brown eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
