In the humid darkness
The dew drop of her lavender heart
Trickle down
Her soft pink rose petals
Adding to the fragrance of her
Sleek red linen cloth
That enthralled
the eyes of her beholder.
In the hums of his silent lullaby
He beheld her, fascinated in her.
Cupping her cheeks in his palms,
He drew a silver lining
For her cloudy days.
In the day of her storms,
He grieved with her.
In the period of her lonely nights,
He pulled dawn in by a rope quickly.
The sebum to his love embalmed
Her dark silk dress,
Allowing the passage of light
To bring in day.
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Things I Want To Express
RandomThings I want to express to the world in hopes of finding someone who relates, someone who wants to be heard or to express an opinion.
