She hums a simple tune
gazing up to a dieing moon
as frail hands reach out
lips pucker and pout,
wishing on falling stars
never got her very far.
Standing in fields of May
where daisies bow and pray
a heart beat wind dances
reminds her of love's chances,
caught between tides
caught between lies.
Her wings have been clipped
but that dark blade slipped
spilling a travelers secret
to paint the canvas of regret,
lines follow infinity...
colored in divinity.
3 weeks ago
5 comments:
Loved the simplicity
and the innovative rhyming..
Hmmm, someone's cheating on me(lol)
Beautiful imagery, Sarah-Paige:)
Hi again
A lovely poem. Sad but pretty.
What do you mean in the last stanza? Does she hurt herself - physically or emotionally or both?
Amber
You have two very nice blogs. :) Thanks for stopping by mine.
Hello everyone, thanks so much for the comments and Amber, I think she is hurt in both ways, but more emotionally ...
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