Jan 24
Lovers painted in
the moonlight
curtains drawn
into slumber
Promises and wishes
must find another's bed
The weak heart
has surrendered
its sorrows gathered
in the depths of your arms
Sharp secrets of
the bygone days
must search for
a different home
The walls of this house
are painted in mist
the ceiling pours
a silent storm
Every breath becomes
a cascading sad song
lingering in
hollow despair
Only a skeleton
remains
awaiting a final
word
#love
