Darkness consumes me
As I continue to fall...
Lost in sweet refelctions
And eerie silence...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...
It must be said,
my words speak true...
Paint Me Beautiful
From the eye, color streaks...
She has a secret smile;
it could be from anything...
Never forget..
Preciousness takes...
(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...
It was ten years ago when I moved away
not sure what I was looking for...
Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...
Growing
older...