Nov 2012
Her autumnal eyes
burn like
beach lit bonfires...
warming my heart
and soul
as wind blown embers
shimmer
there gently,
a wicked twinkle
twinkle
little star
as all thoughts of sleep
tumble
to the sand ...
amidst hearts
etched with playful fingers
that idly
made sweet promises
that I.D.S.T
burn like
beach lit bonfires...
warming my heart
and soul
as wind blown embers
shimmer
there gently,
a wicked twinkle
twinkle
little star
as all thoughts of sleep
tumble
to the sand ...
amidst hearts
etched with playful fingers
that idly
made sweet promises
that I.D.S.T
I.D.S.T means if destroyed still true it's what lovers in England write beneath their names in hearts so as when the tide comes in it cannot remove their promise.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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