Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
Bravery in the lonely morning,
The mirror reflecting it's perfect light,
But the person looking back has changed.
His shadow disappeared.

The bed empty of passion,
Light drenching the empty side of the bed.
Where you once felt safe.
How I felt, every summer morning for a while.
JRF
Written by
JRF  30/M/Auckland
(30/M/Auckland)   
  226
   Woodweaver, Christina S and Khoisan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems