Eyes wet and words died
Lips wet and throats dried
Departing dilatory almost as not wanting to
But the second round was tempting too.
Dust of a shooting star
Illuminates the once a dark
From nothingness escaped a spark
that ignited the fire
Of which the embers
Still breaths between us.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
