Despite intentions
Soft green sheen
Eyes fought not to melt
Chest of oozing tar
Crackling black sparks
Feel how I felt
The moment broke
And you spoke
Words of comfort
Without a beat
You Know What I Mean
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1 comments:
I really like this - nice writing,;)
Great lines. . .
Eyes fought not to melt
The moment broke
And you spoke
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