My love for thee,
still burns.
Like a wicked candle,
upon a stand.
But as one does,
you blew it out.
Out love not even
a flick of light.
Your love changed
with the moon,
Thus making me,
just another maiden,
in your Knight's embrace.
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.
