Eyes burnt in the smoke of yesterdays cigarette.
Burnt paper scented lips .
Purple gums.
Stray thoughts linger on the intended past future , a dull menacing thought holds the fort.
"I've seen her eyes , and like winter snow it settled gently on my soul . crystal tears laying rest on broken leaves. I was withered she wilted , wailing , waltzing."
Winters dance through a summer graveyard.
Lost souls seeking sustenance.
An empty cafeteria.
Black ash and thick smoke.
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Lost Parchments
PoesieA little anthology. On Jakes lost love , Selena's knitted socks , Adam's guitar strings And lots of other things.
