I saw you in my dreams, Mallory;
You're a beacon of hope, a lighthouse for me.
Eclectic romance in the throws of divorce;
An aching hollowness in a beloved corpse.
Whisper your gentle lullabies to me;
Sink me into a slumber for the sweet.
I saw you in my dreams;
I saw you in my dreams.
Ivy ropes around my bones;
Autumnal leaves, summer in repose.
Crisp fall air inspires my writing;
Refrigerator light scores my literary confiding.
I'll hold you until the winter claws it's way in;
Prose of warmth, fire; comfort written.
In a haven made of pages and ink;
You have given me a reason to think;
You have given me a reason to think.
Lakes painted in cursive fog;
I hope the cold snap doesn't last too long.
The grass' dew will rise and we will die;
Our best laid plans will go awry.
But in the throws of malevolence;
Your spine arches with benevolence.
Where are you? Where are you?
I'll find you in the loss;
I'll find you in the loss.
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Yellow
PoetryYellow is a spring-like coming of age drama as much as it is a grief-stricken horror movie. It is a laugh-out-loud comedy and also the cause of your tears. I invite you to sit down on your favourite couch, curl up and while away your sunrises or sun...
