LOVE WAS NEVER MEANT FOR MONSTERS © 2017 opheliacs [43 - poe]

of grassy meadows and sunlit dreams // poetry of the honey sweet love

this pull is more than just gravity.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

there is a warrior in you. © y, 2016.

we're specks of the void.

Sekhmet- Egyptian goddess of war and destruction. This is a free verse/free rhyme poem. Its not edited. Please leave feedback so the edited version can be fire.