StringsA Poem by ElizaB
Sever your strings,
Let me go. Her kiss still raw Upon my soul. Wretched eyes Wish for dust, For fire skies; A world of rust. Where you and I Never met. I skipped on by... Nevet forget Your lies. I wilt With flowers in hand; A Shade of guilt... Time, it flies, Palms find sand. No name, No body to destroy. Salt in shame About a boy. I trace his name Instead, With You, unknown. And do not pray That I am dead. © 2017 ElizaB |
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Added on May 9, 2017 Last Updated on May 9, 2017 Author
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