After

i'd like to imagine she glows. . . .

Somehow I believe we fit together

Cut from the same fabric, you and I

When we float on clouds 6, 9 and 85

The pinkest roses bloom in you

When all is said and done

If this is sin then I will surely stay

And drown in the lake of fire in your eyes.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

Well written poem with a conviction of sentiments strong and clear. Good job.