Dec 2018
The voice,
that dances amongst
the beating chambers
of your heart strings,
the harp’s tune;
now tickled,
notes reach
their staff to
descend
upon
their
bass.
that dances amongst
the beating chambers
of your heart strings,
the harp’s tune;
now tickled,
notes reach
their staff to
descend
upon
their
bass.
Poem about a girl I dated who could sing.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
