feeble ribs
caressing porcelain
hearts
ink dipped tongue
every word he
uttered was
poetry
she painted him
with hues of gray
leaving a piece
of her crumbling
soul in each
stroke
his sleepless nights
spent with
pencil smudged
fingers
trying to find
the words
to describe her
they were 2:00 am
lovers
with blemished
hearts trying
to find love
in each other
~ am
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
tangled tendrils
and running
mascara
arctic thoughts
caressing a
hollow heart
she's lost herself,
in the hailstorms
and cold winter
nights
but she will never
forget the winter storm
that he used
to tear apart
her paper heart
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
you hide behind your
painted lips of dahlia
and charcoaled eyes
thinking cheap concealer
can enshroud the
burning thoughts
that churn in your mind
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
words are the only thing
that can fill the
hollowness that
resonates in my bones
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC