crying night i cut you - to watch the shrouds pour from your holy wounds
listening to silent snow falling inside a summer room-
tasting the lust from years dust
Whiskey Wednesday -who saved ravens for her hair
and dances before the marble and granite audience
making love in golden shallow lakes-
surrounded by crowded spinning history
physical -ultimate - critic
Whiskey Wednesday - she saved Ravens for her hair-
she caught moments for her eyes
Darkness came with all the chariots -with all the demons burnt and scalded -the hands melt into friendships grip.
silent early the last breath-
Whiskey Wednesday-she collected Ravens for her hair
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Author:
giantgentlebear (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2016 03:23
- Comment from author about the poem: not really happy with it -though i guess we never are thats why we keep writing-- its a short thought about a lost loved one -a soul mate- but im still not happy with it
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
You're write that is why we keep writing. Wonderful write anyways
thanks
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