His eyes,
brown
pools of chocolate
my hands reach to clasp
the gift he has given:
a locket
His hair,
midnight
like a raven's wing
on my hand
his promise:
a ring
His skin,
tan
like the sand on the beach
a badge held in my hands
reminding
he is out of reach
On the table
a note lay
tears fell
dropped to the note
smudging the lines
of which they wrote
He was gone
out of reach
lost in the storm
I felt cold now
he was the one
keeping me warm
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
His eyes,
brown
pools of chocolate
my hands reach to clasp
the gift he has given:
a locket
His hair,
midnight
like a raven's wing
on my hand
his promise:
a ring
His skin,
tan
like the sand on the beach
a badge held in my hands
reminding
he is out of reach
On the table
a note lay
tears fell
dropped to the note
smudging the lines
of which they wrote
He was gone
out of reach
lost in the storm
I felt cold now
he was the one
keeping me warm
