Poems from natshank95
Since our vow some years ago
hand in hand we walk,
Death our only enemy
for with it we must part.
My mind and soul have parted,
my body...
Autumn.
With hands bearing no harm.
She bears guests.
conversations.
Of stars.
Eyes of blue,
hair near white.
What God has given her,
was...
Suppose my eyes aren’t blue enough...
blue enough for what?
Blue enough for...
I don’t know...
blue enough for you...
Perhaps I might...
I blamed myself.
my seeds too low.
for a year with no flowers.
marigolds.
but what if,
by chance,
the seeds aren’t too deep;
the fault...
All the eyes surrounding.
broken.
un-fixable.
Cracked from a fall she had no control over.
Left on the ground.
shamed.
beaten.
Ego; too...