Coffin nailA Poem by ScottPoetry
Years passed by in a dark wind.
Caught in a trapped jar, i sing! Unlovable creatures dance the needle, while I pray for the darkest of things. Silencing the soul, Rushing to her blooms. Too late for you now, my dearest, this heart is but a tomb. Hark, the herald has no wings! Desire is an endless wish. So bury me now, with my head in the ground, the final coffin nail was a kiss © 2019 ScottAuthor's Note
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