Roses askew on the floor
and scented lilac candles
flickering fleetingly into the wind
outside
these rusty windows
that creek and break
my sleep
in the middle of most every night
I turn
and I can see You
vividly
as if yesterday
You were not the silhouette
of the woman
that I have come to love.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Roses askew on the floor
and scented lilac candles
flickering fleetingly into the wind
outside
these rusty windows
that creek and break
my sleep
in the middle of most every night
I turn
and I can see You
vividly
as if yesterday
You were not the silhouette
of the woman
that I have come to love.
