Nov 2013
The vampire parts her lips,
Not to draw, but to give,
A full laugh, a pleasant strum,
Her voice, my call.
Her being was once my eclipse,
Those days I wish only to relive,
But her heart has grown numb,
Goodbye, my doll.
Not to draw, but to give,
A full laugh, a pleasant strum,
Her voice, my call.
Her being was once my eclipse,
Those days I wish only to relive,
But her heart has grown numb,
Goodbye, my doll.
-Last Winter. Of a gorgeous name.
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
