Hair like wheat
Locks of honey
Eyes of the brightest
Darkest cold
Petal lips - velvet rose
Heart like a single
Torn of thorn
YOU ARE READING
Words of Ink
PoetryOne word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~...
Fourteen.
Hair like wheat
Locks of honey
Eyes of the brightest
Darkest cold
Petal lips - velvet rose
Heart like a single
Torn of thorn
