January 8, 2012
By alexamy BRONZE, Paterson, New Jersey
alexamy BRONZE, Paterson, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body" C.S. Lewis

You whisper to her in shades of indigo --
But only after Moon's rise.
Perhaps you live in the convolution
Of the tangled bed sheets,
Or in the bristles of her hairbrush.

You sing to her in orange nuances --
But only when the ground is drenched,
Your melodies burrowing in the mud,
Making vibrations in the puddles
And resting among the cumulonimbi.

You write to her in golden ink --
But only under weighted lashes
Of girls in blue-laced nightgowns.
The metallic scrawling is fleeting,
Hiding behind the branches of her slumbers.

She dances for you in monochromatic plies --
But only after bedtime prayers.
Cloth whirls around her hipbones
As she pirouettes on tip-toed feet,
Fantasies of blue-laced tutus.

She has your eyes, you know.
Clusters of grey and silver --
Void of color.
So unlike her runaway father.

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on Jan. 28 2012 at 1:29 pm
itsverybeautifuloverthere GOLD, Hackensack, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell" -Emily Dickinson

this is amazing. o mai gad.


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