Eleutheromania

November 2, 2017

Pretty little mind
close your eyes
Open them only
To hate what you find

Fragile fingers
shield eyelashes,
Stars ignite and
Burn to ashes.

New moon
lost its light
Following the sun
In unending devotion

Lithe ballerina,
Blur of motion,
Served by night
Beware the light.

Length of twine
Around my ankle,
Tied too tight,
Cuts off emotion.

A rose whispers
Of desire.
Enchanted flames
reaching higher.

Lean to the stars,
Better to fall
Then to never leave
The ground at all.






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