Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
A bleeding tongue rubbed raw with repetition.
Butterflies drawn from your description
and
Moths mutter my name while munching calmly.
X marks the day I began my quest wide eyed and cheery
but
Y rings, bounces and boils over until I respond sadly.

I called out for you
I received nothing.

To hear your voice     To touch your skin     To die as an us
                                         I will Persevere
Black
Written by
Black  24/M
(24/M)   
354
   Lost Soul and Ashley Nicole
Please log in to view and add comments on poems