Hold My Hand
Look into my eyes Dear,
Poems tagged: despair — Clear filter
Look into my eyes Dear,
Wrapped up in my own oblivion, Scarce of this world,
They say the shoe says it best But her hands hold tales to tell.
Doors crammed and dusty louvers, Crowded souls threatened the ground's strength,
She slipped through the cracked door like a serpent, Careful as a sniper not to wake the sleeping old.
Tired and forlorn, My gaze smirks at the moonlit sky,
My love, My savaged beast,
She struggles to open her eyes in the morning light Her face all swollen and rugged
We had a thing, And that thing was love,
You see, She has been a slippery fin,