There is a broken language
Stuck within her throat
Living in a tumultuous, rabid, and beautiful world that ceases to exist
Her pearl eyes glimmered lifelessly in this live yet ill city
With a heart more genial and smouldering than a rose's skin and thorns
Who would have known?
She sets fire within herself for fun
Radiating inexorably with life akin to the light of life for all to see
Stars rattle and bow their heads in tribute
And tonight the stars have marked her
Take me to space and place those tranquil lips gently on mine as we dance across life
It was all for you--this moment
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Collection Of Poetry
PoetryWhile I'm not writing chapters, I will occasionally submit some poetry whenever I get in the mood to do so.
