a taped-up sky
inside my pocket
Blood shot eyes
The color of garnet
a glued-together heart
kept in a locket
forever chasing
the tail of a comet
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
