Do you know the darling Abigail?

She lives inside my mirror.

The little ****** girl,

With the wicked smile so queer.

Do you know the darling Abigail?

She laughed and smiled and danced.

The she beauty beheld at once,

Did leave me so entranced.

Abigail is in my head,

She’d never been before.

The ****** beauty lies there,

Smiling calmly on the floor.

Oh behest the silent beauty,

She creeps beneath the bed.

In solemn mocking silence,

She crawls inside my head

I regret that faithful night of poisons,

The dancer i did betray.

It was never my intention,

to send Abigail to her grave.

I guess there is no repenting,

There’s nothing i can do.

At night i feel her cold dark hands,

And her smile of  “how dare you.”

I talked to someone today who made me feel extremely self conscious about my writing so i decided to retool what i posted today. Let me know if you like this version better**

This is the last night I'll see you.
Soon i will miss you,
Rain be-speckled your tender cheeks.
Will you indulge a kiss,
To wash away our sorrows?

There is nothing beyond us tonight,
A feeling to halt the world.
Sickness, a near pox of the heart.

The distance will seem so great.
Do you think the sun  misses the moon,
As they sway from each others embrace?
Only to meet again as they eclipse,
As they collide together.

Into such tender eyes i confessed,
The smile i loved to bear witness too,
Roses adorning the tint of your cheeks.

I will miss you,
Melting under the touch of my lips.
You are perfection
I will never forget this night.
Am i to fade away. a ghost in the snow?

This is the last night I'll see you.
Soon i will miss you,
Rain be-speckled your tender cheeks.
Will you indulge a kiss,
To wash away our sorrows?

The distance will seem so great.
Do you think the sun  misses the moon,
As they sway from each others embrace?
Only to meet again as they eclipse,
As they collide together.

I will miss you,
Melting under the touch of my lips.
You are perfection
I will never forget this night.
Am i to be but a ghost in the snow?

I live inside these walls.

I know no other way.

They are as cold as steel,

And keep the light at bay.

I’m not alone however,

There’s tens of us in here.

Locked in solitude,

But never lost to fear.

Then one day a wall did open,

And we scattered to the winds.

Flapping wings of amber glass.

Free of the walls, but lost of friends.

In that instance I gained such freedom,

But we lost our power.

The world for our togetherness.

Oh look a flower.