as old as dragon bones
the devil laughs without a smile
his silver eyes glint with deceit
an angel whispers a lullaby
her rose quarts eyes sparkle
with the dust of goddesses
as opposite as day and night
yet they sit atop familiar shoulders
and steal glances at one another
between protruding collarbones
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
lemon lavender & long nights
Поезіяyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
