Fingertips and hearts lay further apart
Separated tracks and grass shoots in our eyes
Those wings of yours flew too close to the sun
So this is where I find you
When it's late and I'm tired
My mind beats to the moments of when you were alive
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
