Lady
had...

Tonight, I fell upon my knees
lit a candle...

She bathed in shadows of the names before her,
soaking memories, not her own, seeing why he...

Drunk again on your tomorrows,
choir of dragonflies sweetly...

These hands deal comfort
as blue eyes fall to sickness...

I can't stop my pen from writing
about you, and your unstoppable...

It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained...

Melancholy sighs
drown within pools of ponder...

The ages of spotted elegance
design her finger tips in such...

They smacked lip gloss
in shades of blush...

After a long shuffle of daily routine
my feet ache for freedom within breezy...

I cant sleep
so here I peep...