I reached my fingers towards the stars,
And found your hand in my grasp.
The cosmos were fireflies in their jars.
My brittle glass heart you clasp.
Yet tangled in the dark fabric of night,
I am drowning slowly in my dreams.
My dark soul seeps into your light,
We're tearing apart at the seams.
The nightbirds were shadows in the sky,
And you let go of my glass heart.
It falls, you spread your wings and fly,
So I guess this is how you depart.
Feathers caress the air, my face,
But there are shards on the ground.
Their cuts are your true embrace,
A harsh reminder to those earthbound.
With glass in my skin and nothing to say,
I watch you, in black goosedown caped,
Return to the stars, oh away! Away!
In the intangible moonlight draped.
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Been playing around with using more imagery? Is it better? Or incomprehensible?
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PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
