Leaving
In a crystal palace
or through the cutting wind
that bleeds my lips
I drop a tear.
Everywhere
I’m lonely,
for you are far,
so very cold,
and in the dark.
I miss you,
your warm hands,
and sweet smile,
the silly games
just running around.
Why did you leave?
I see now,
you are underground
but I’m in the dark.
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Sean Paul Potterson
World Spinner said,
November 30, 2010 at 1:27 am
Leaving « Blackprint Poetry…
Here at World Spinner we are debating the same thing……
Lyric Quill said,
December 1, 2010 at 12:12 am
This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing this. You will go very far, I’m sure.
красная поляна said,
December 5, 2010 at 5:49 am
А! Große Post. Kann nicht warten, bis die nächsten lesen:)
Michele Cameron Drew said,
December 6, 2010 at 8:24 am
Beautifully expressed words, on a beautiful blog… =D