Last danceA Poem by Makayla
Her jade green eyes,
that sparkle in the light Her tender touch that held me at night Her lips, rose red. Skin smooth as silk A voice like an angel and a complexion as pale as milk She was the bird's song in the morning, the wolfs howls at the moon. All the sweet sounds in my head that faded too soon My lover, My friend. My entire world that came to an end what i would do to taste those lips and hold those hands one last time Darling when that last song plays promise that last dance will be mine © 2013 Makayla |
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