Milky moon bows to morning,
Dips gracefully from sight-
I perch on the precipice of anticipation
dangling moment-edged hooks into wombs of regret.
Morning dances on paper moth wings
And you..
You take me to carousels in the orange sky
and swear to me that heaven isn't burning us both down.
Comments
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Wow
I love
'and swear to me that heaven isn't burning us both down.'
Great imagery! Like the point behind it, means to me that the good times wont end in tears, that burning feeling you get when you lose someone you love, I can relate!
Keep going, I enjoy reading your work
Aphid
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Interestingly written.
"and swear to me that heaven isn't burning us both down."
Odd imagery,
But well written.
I like this.
You've painted your emotions,
As a picture,
In colors of words.
Well done.
-XIII
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ohh lovely. the words in this piece roll around my mouth like a decadent chocolate bon bon!
Abby Eyeball
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