you saw me shine
like the sun,
you saw me gloom
like the moon,you saw me cry
like the rivers,
you saw me bloom,
like the flowers.but you still left with,
all the shattered parts of me
cutting through my skin,
bleeding all the memories
and bruised melodies
away.
YOU ARE READING
spectrum of love
Poetryyour skin resembled pearls and porcelain, tainted by a spectrum of love. all rights reserved 2018 ©artoxicated