The Light Orb

Me and This Girl...

The Light Orb

a painted face of happiness; looking beneath the surface, there’s much more to see -

The white orb gravitating onto the home, as i run towards, it quickens in speed,

My heart, aches with lost hope as the spirit vanishes before my eyes

The breeze strengthening; the snow spiralling to the ground’s heating until it drips away.... as the last beat ceases in the chest where the heart once lay; once pumping with a harpful tune; a sociopathic angel sheds his last tear in the abyss.

surreal poetry
Vincent Carre
Vincent Carre
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