In an instant,
Her care formed an endless banquet.
From which he drained, in need of a blanket.
Her arms that held his heart for so long,
Turned weak and weary for being so strong.
In bringing life to his somber eyes,
Her flush fell.
Grey gloom,
white lies.
Hidden from his innocence,
His angel knew,
That should she reveal her pain,
Once more would he cry blue.
Broken, however,
One last rip would freeze time.
No longer could she shine.
Another tear and heaven began to fall.
Reaching in desperation,
He sped to catch her attention.
To cradle who once stood tall.
Curled near lifeless,
Was she who made his silver spoon.
Horrified, he stretched to catch her in vain.
He could not reach his faint little moon.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sincerely, Star.
PoesíaThis is a collection of pieces of my artistic heart, and all the beautiful and terrible emotions that make up my being. Or something.
