Poems from TalonNatale34
She lays her hands on the burning coals,
Watches as her plain freckled skin transforms
Now alive with heated reds and oranges.
And the...
She'll scream again,
Because she swears none of them can hear her voice,
She says the words are too loud.
She'll weep once more,
Because...
Vines all tangled up in each other,
They slouch lazily into the others's arms.
With renewed passion they climb
HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER.
UP...
White roses in a mason jar
On the cracked, yellowed paint of my windowsill.
They wait with petals clasped tight
For a far off sunrise.
They...