Her skin sprouts a fond grey, dancing away
A smile filled with horrid nights of despair
Under faithful blooms, we'd peer at the bay
A heartfelt mourn, weighed beyond repair
The moon, finding our hands, under remains
I'd seek her breath within nights of lone sighs
Set upon the rise of morning long pains
Hiding in mused blankets of lullabies
But let our fragile hearts tie with decay
Let the dark rampant streams upswing the bell
Allow our final night to dry like clay
We'll grow dim, slenderly tucked to swell
My aching beloved stares at me
As the sky collapses, our hands set free.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
