Submerged in darkness,
the warmth presses in and eyes
close in surrender.
A fiery glow
spreading across the pale blue,
sinking with the passing time
A sea of purple in Spring
with the buzz of bees,
the humidity lingers
Empty bottles lie
on these lonely cobbled steps,
with not a soul left.
A single smile can
lift sorrowed spirits before
darkness consumes them.
Alone you wait and
he's there with a cigarette,
neither of you move
A salty taste on
lips that speak of the ocean,
as if it were home.
A sea of colour,
a petal of every kind
dancing in the wind
You breathe fire like
a dragon with your harsh words,
and you burn us all.
Autumn leaves rustle
beneath feet on muddy ground,
and birds sing the hymn.
About the Creator
Morgan Georgia Blanks
Author of 'The Desert Island', a children's book published at eleven year's old. Been writing ever since.
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