from between the soft-pink
of your lips,
pillows of moonlight fall.
the moment we never met held
nothing but shame for me,
longing gazes across the field.
you didn't know i existed.
oh, to be young. and dead.
i recovered from my bought of goodbye cruel world
instead, yours took you.
i dance underneath your teeth
in the softness of nightingale tears.
i arise, with dreams of nothing
but your face.
will i see you again,
this time under the stars?
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
from between the soft-pink
of your lips,
pillows of moonlight fall.
the moment we never met held
nothing but shame for me,
longing gazes across the field.
you didn't know i existed.
oh, to be young. and dead.
i recovered from my bought of goodbye cruel world
instead, yours took you.
i dance underneath your teeth
in the softness of nightingale tears.
i arise, with dreams of nothing
but your face.
will i see you again,
this time under the stars?
