I compared her beauty to the sun
She burned
And I was her wick
The stars became candles and shone till they dwindled
Down to the glass as the stars went out
Shooting stars to their destruction
Poor little stars at the bottom of a smoky glass
I struck the matches until my fingers were raw
Now I need more
YOU ARE READING
Wet Paper Feelings
PoetryDestroying my love in the sink, From inked to un-inked, I undid everything. Scars, scratches and blotches, I washed it and watched it run. My words in blue ran red, As I destroyed our love in the sink.
