darkening blue,
a sparkling beauty,
a glass is full
of red,
whispers in the night,
amongst silk sheets,
the sun is not yet come,
fading she was,
a numbness overcomes,
the glass,
almost empty,
he holds her tight,
but still
she wasn't safe,
whispers only,
soft and careful,
she couldn't let him through,
the glass,
is empty,
the night is ended,
break of dawn,
and she was gone.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Poetryand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
