Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
14h
From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-

We're bent under times unbearable weight, between these events two,

I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,

Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
Left my body so it seems
Heavy Hearted
Written by
Heavy Hearted  28/M/Toronto
(28/M/Toronto)   
2
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems