Glide your whispers
so softly, across indigo bruises
etched upon my soul
in a delicate journey
to find what is left of me

My flesh falls into weakness beneath
the warmth of your exploration
as your fingertips trace
poetry upon these hungry lips
Resurrecting a dormant craving
to taste the words that abandoned me
once upon another time
leaving me starving in the pause
of lifes unexpected silence

Lost in eyes that saw
beneath the scars
into the ivory crepe
of abandoned dreams
crumpled in the aftermath
of sapphire stains
where slaughtered wishes
fell upon garnet petals

The thorns beneath them
a stairway falling
just short of lavender promises
that lasted no longer
than the life span of roses
cut and placed in crystal vases
adorning a candle lit moment
that fades too soon
within the shadows
of an illusive eternity

How many prayers were
unleashed into clasped hands
clenched beneath a chin
bowed in reverence
Holding onto the last
flicker of faith
breathed upon a flame
clinging so fiercely
to the tip of a wick
moistened in the wax
of uncertainty

Flinching in exhalations of words
cast into this longing to find you
beyond these gossamer
curtains of yesterday
tangled in midnights breeze
curled in the corners of my dreams

The horizon of my heart is hushed
in tranquil premonitions of my ascension
from the wreckage of loves last mirage
Clinging to the edge of your ink
verses of me fall into
the quiet still of your hands
as you unravel my words
into your own

Staining the pages of my heart
in a delicate journey
to find all that was left of me
was you

amazing

Wonderful

My Princess you were but you wanted to be abused and handled.
He treated You like ****, I would never treat you like a damsel.
I picked you up when he knocked you down,
clothed you when he left you naked.
He stole your most prized procession and I waited because it was so sacred.
Before There Could Be A Happily Ever After, You Tore All Of The Pages.
Burned Them With Your Tears And Buried Them In The Matrix.
You are the intro to my story.
The narrator telling the theme
you are my light of glory forever making my heart gleam
until you dried it with your desperate cry and vague plea
Page one I was breaking through those walls just to see
If you would give love a second chance, at least for me
You would talk about forgiving and moving forward
But Beauty Couldn't Live without the beast.
I wanted to cater to you and he just wanted to feast.
Draining you dry until you were just as dreadful as he.
Constantly leading me on with no intentions for us to grow.
Still You Are My Sleeping Beauty, Enchanted, Dreaming For Freedom,
But he'll never let you go.
You were the pages to my heart,
But We Ended way before we could ever start.
Yours Truly,
Passionate Lover