Bright the world is, as the moon kisses the ground
As we lie on it, with our fingers entwined, staring into the milky way of the other's eyes
Rocky roads lead up to the cliff we lay on
Right to where our lips meet and our breaths mingle...or do they?
I still see us there but in truth, it is only me under the starry belt because
Caressing my heart and my lips is not you anymore, as you are
Ash, and only ash because you are
Dead and buried under the earth
Ever since I found you cheated and broke my heart and I sent you
Soaring off of the cliff, your name still imprinted on my lips.
Word Count: 119
Prompt Number: 7
A/N: So, classic me style, that took a dark turn. This is the first time I have written a poem on this website, and the first time ever writing an acrostic, so any critiques/comments are appreciated.
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