Wolf queen, blooded blade I wandered until I came upon her, beckoning me closer. Her gaze was liquid amber and her hair was the smoke of a thousand fires
By Angelica Morris2 years ago in Poets
Words fail to define the eternity in your eyes I hold your heart in my hands, bright as sunlight Dreams live on your lips, your voice is honey and lavender
A course of sorrow dogged her darkened step through all of the saddened days, Winsome appeal beneath fine lace and petticoats of the boldest linen,
This is what it feels like Silence Waiting and holding my breath, forgetting how to exhale This heart is a caged animal seeking the sun