Dark
He was destructionThe unveiling of her face
In the shadows, behind closed doors
She watched the slivers of light
Like precious diamonds in the sand
To be covered and drift away
And then her eyes were clouted
Stars and explosions are all but a relief
For this was the end time
She reached out
And her fingers traced the trail away from her salvation
Seconds to her final speechlessness
He was a deathly blow.
posted by Unknown @ 8:24 PM
1 Comments:
This poem is cool...you should tell me what some of your poems mean sometime...keep writing...I think you're due up for another one soon...I always like seeing what you write and you always seem to be getting better. Thanks,
Josh
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