I might be your only mistake
But darling
You were my everything
My secret
My regret
My love
My sacred grove
My hope
My slope
(You know I slipped
In this beautiful agony)
Mine and only mine
To hold
Everynight
A Claim that left with you
Now As the oil burns
The luminescence is
Sucked out by
The ever hollowing darkness
That is called the night
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
