Swollen eyes
As she flies
Off
To a better land
Black skies
Cursed
With your lips
And his sweet lies
Maybe this is not a better land
Her skin
So torpid
Cries for another
To have and to hold
But not forever
Just for now
I am a sleepless poet
Who dreams of dead flowers and bane
Take my hand
For I can show you the truest pain
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Swollen eyes
As she flies
Off
To a better land
Black skies
Cursed
With your lips
And his sweet lies
Maybe this is not a better land
Her skin
So torpid
Cries for another
To have and to hold
But not forever
Just for now
I am a sleepless poet
Who dreams of dead flowers and bane
Take my hand
For I can show you the truest pain
