March 11, 2011
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Softly falling,
My hands are cold,
Fingertips of black
Your shadows seep in
Through my window
Creeping up the ceiling
Etching down the cracks
In the floorboards
Icy soul and heat less
The sun has been eclipsed to bleakness
You are my poison,
Darling, you are my weakness.

-I hereby certify that this is my own writing and is completely original.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback