Aug 2020
Slashing cloth
Like an angel’s wing.
Ripping through
This tapestry of love.
Among the ashes
Of the severed half
Lie my mistakes,
To be lost from mind...
But never repeated.
Like an angel’s wing.
Ripping through
This tapestry of love.
Among the ashes
Of the severed half
Lie my mistakes,
To be lost from mind...
But never repeated.
What’s this section even for? It says notes but what should I note?? Maybe I’ll find out later, but, for now, I’ll just use this to talk to you fellow poets.
