The heat of our passion
Burnt the sky's
A bright orange
And left the sands
To form peaks
Of glass
Shards.
I thought that
Through being together
We had destroyed
Something beautiful
The tranquility
Disappeared behind us
You corrected me
We had not destroyed
But made something greater
Something pure
Yet glass
s h a t t e r s
Beauty existed before our arrival
Hey We left nothing but
devastation
Behind.
YOU ARE READING
Desert
PoetryAfter having my first serious relationship, I believed that the best way to help end the pain was to share it with others who may understand
