Your once hot-chocolate eyes are now
A cold vortex
Surrounded by ashen skin and
The moon's craters.
Your fragile heart skips another beat
Your breaths are limited
I can no longer be the anchor
of your dying soul.
I study your face, full of
sadness and beauty
Well worn wrinkles
Dimples deep enough
to catch raindrops
Eyelashes, a cradle for snowflakes.
Soft tufts of faded sun-kissed curls lie limply across your forehead.
Your arid lips part as you
draw in a shaky breath.
Like quicksand you slip through
Split seconds.
Do not fear my love,
Do not fight...
It's time to let go,
but tonight,
you will not need your wings to fly.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Your once hot-chocolate eyes are now
A cold vortex
Surrounded by ashen skin and
The moon's craters.
Your fragile heart skips another beat
Your breaths are limited
I can no longer be the anchor
of your dying soul.
I study your face, full of
sadness and beauty
Well worn wrinkles
Dimples deep enough
to catch raindrops
Eyelashes, a cradle for snowflakes.
Soft tufts of faded sun-kissed curls lie limply across your forehead.
Your arid lips part as you
draw in a shaky breath.
Like quicksand you slip through
Split seconds.
Do not fear my love,
Do not fight...
It's time to let go,
but tonight,
you will not need your wings to fly.
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