In the fields of loneliness,
my lips touch grace,
my tongue speaks love.
Night time triggers loss,
A stolen kiss disappears into the black of evenings sorrow.
Halted breath.
Staggers heart.
Sweet desire.
In the folds of loneliness,
I wait for morning,
so I can breathe again.
Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
In the fields of loneliness,
my lips touch grace,
my tongue speaks love.
Night time triggers loss,
A stolen kiss disappears into the black of evenings sorrow.
Halted breath.
Staggers heart.
Sweet desire.
In the folds of loneliness,
I wait for morning,
so I can breathe again.
Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote
