Past lovers

The figure takes shape of a girl

a girl whom should not speak

her hands tangled within the sheets

her feet kicked out to the sky

hair falling to the surface like a birds feathers retiring

warmth of blood through her veins simmer with coldness

hers eyes departure from the light of the world

to the cold void beneath

arms writhed around her

so desperately trying to feel the spark

but as the arms fall like rocks

the eyes of another sees exactly whats laid out front

A figure of a girl whom must not speak

her hands by her side

but her legs tucked beneath

her wooden bed lowered

as her past lover grieves 

Reviews

[Haley]

beautiful. this has been one of my favorites to read.

[Lauren]

Thankyou! I'm glad to hear that :)