verbose, she is not
love and hate locked
in the depths of a brimming shelf
pull out one and grab a tea
shh- a whispered story
you will hear
a fleeting realm she once breathe
in time you'll grasp
in a melancholy verse sung
but the voices grew
the flame flickered
then- nothing.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
verbose, she is not
love and hate locked
in the depths of a brimming shelf
pull out one and grab a tea
shh- a whispered story
you will hear
a fleeting realm she once breathe
in time you'll grasp
in a melancholy verse sung
but the voices grew
the flame flickered
then- nothing.
