Poems from angelwish11
With scars running in her face
And blood trailing her ghostly veins
A Beauty beneath the shade.
With hands as cold as ice
And eyes that say...
Are thou happy now that my circa rhythm is messed up?
And that my frontal lobe hurts from all the stress?
Perhaps thou is happier knowing...
Every morningIts the same.I stay in bed Counting the minutes until Dementia comes to wake me up.
Alas the light turns onAnd the fans go...
The gypsy read my hand
She said times were bad
I laughed nervously
Too scared to make her stop.
She said drink this tea
So I can read your...
If only…
You had stayed a little bit
I could have held your hand
Given you a kiss
And a proper goodbye.
If only…
You had danced with me...