Empty Room

Brownish hair whispering through my fingers.

 

You vanish like a wind driven mist.

 

Only the fading heat of your lips remain.

 

Leaving me to the loneliness,

 

In the dark empty room of my life.

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you mucho Poppy

[Ruth]

I love this! A dark room can be many things...such desolation and this is awesome! xx

[Michael of Gilead]

Hmmmm, so dark whispery hair gliding through my fingers....yeah that works Brad ;)

[Brad]

damn, mikey, that was lonely...if i were to change anything it would be "brownish" to "dark whispery" or something like that...otherwise, perfecto mundo