The Old Times

July 12, 2011
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Wrinkles, we age
Slowly deteriorating
dead white skin, cold,
one day when we part
together hands clasped, like
the first time the heat of the sun
and stars fell upon the dark
one day when our red plush turns to mere nothingness
remember me, our skeletons will face

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback