This impending
gloomndoom
fed by reading
a perfect novel
about the truths of marriage
and a Cerulean bird
bred by a love of you
that´s killed at birth
harvested soon
beyond regret
my fragile sanity
highlighted
by the insanity of others
the morceau of my heart
you took away
in the shape of a book
about music of all things
and the rest
without a rest or a truce
without pity
or shame
Reading books about
how the world is burning
beyond redress
when all I need
is you to kiss the scar
beneath my dress

Comments
celticman | January 26, 2012 - 15:27
a heady romance!