The moon bleeds into the lake, Whitening the soft ripples of black silk. Under the canopy of stars On this cloudless night, He turns to me The glow of love shines from his eyes. The familiar sense of panic Builds beneath my breastbone I breathe…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The moon bleeds into the lake, Whitening the soft ripples of black silk. Under the canopy of stars On this cloudless night, He turns to me The glow of love shines from his eyes. The familiar sense of panic Builds beneath my breastbone I breathe…