Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
Silence by the waters edge.
An ultraviolet flower sits.
He leans over staring at his image reflecting.

Never could he have thought to go a day without her.
But here he sits alone, alive.
*I guess I really did it.
7
8
13
13
8
*7*
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems