Her thoughts
Created
Constellations
Of lost empires
And ancient kingdoms.
Every time
She talked of
Paper dreams,
Created
Constellations
Of lost empires
And ancient kingdoms.
Every time
She talked of
Paper dreams,
She pledged
In front of the altar
Of love and decay
Never to keep weeds
Wrapped at her feet
Again. Continue reading Bound no more
My
Wedding
Roses
Have
Withered Continue reading My wedding roses
Down
Down
Down
The rabbit hole Continue reading Down down down
If only
You could have
Read
Between
The lines Continue reading So much ink
Yes,
I promise to swallow
Dying stars
And rotten galaxies.
Yes, Continue reading Wedding vows
you kissed me
goodnight
signalling the planets
above my head Continue reading My spaceman