Deep in
the walls
of a
church in
Strasbourg
hides the
stones who
saw me fall
if I could be
a queen
a saint
I'd choose
the fly
on the wall
to see you with
a glass in
hand
swirling
crimson
wine
and watch you
walk the snow-
capped
streets
&
imagine you
were mine.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Deep in
the walls
of a
church in
Strasbourg
hides the
stones who
saw me fall
if I could be
a queen
a saint
I'd choose
the fly
on the wall
to see you with
a glass in
hand
swirling
crimson
wine
and watch you
walk the snow-
capped
streets
&
imagine you
were mine.