"The swelling of a broken heart lies not within the heart itself but with the memories of what the heart use to be." - Authors note 20
There under the light of day, Lies an angel in the grass
Wings folded in front
Glistening under the ultra violet,
Like a mirrored reflection.
A breeze brushes the grass
Caressing, touching the skin
Shiver.
Ghostly fingers silhouette perfection
Like a living lover eyes stare upwards.
"From heaven's hand you have fallen,
And in my arms you lie."
Hey Invidus!
ReplyDeleteI just read the three last poems and between them, I love this one the most. Concerning the first one, I agree that we should definitely make our own way; step away from conformity. But it's hard.
You know, you should check out the blog titled "Poetic Adventures" in my blog list (on my profile), from the Reticent One. Since you both lpve to write poems, maybe you'd enjoy reading each other's. Just a thought ;)
Yeah I think I like this one the best too. I'm definitely going to check them out right now :)
ReplyDeleteThank you.