Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights

A Poem by Rhea

His eyes were a colour I couldn't quite determine
Blue like midnight, intoxicating like wine.
Stelliferous skies merged and weaved
Into each other as dying stars grieved.
And supernovae exploded underneath his lashes
As galaxies grew to be victims of clashes.
A breath, frail, trembled on my lips,
Sparks down my spine-heart on fire, soul in rips.
"I love my murderer, indeed," at the edge of the Cliff, said I,
Wuthering heights they surely were, I cannot deny.

© 2016 Rhea



Author's Note

Rhea
Something random I simply wanted to share. Inspired by Wuthering Heights, which I read only recentl . That book has a special place in my heart. Comments and reviews are welcome. Thank you for reading and I hope you're having a lovely day/night, wherever you are. <3

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This is very beautiful. I love how your words capture how one can see so much depth from looking into a person's eyes.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beautiful and touching. This poem has its own allure to it. I can not put into words how amazing this piece is! All the adjectives and descriptions... wonderfully worded.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Rhea

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. X

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Aspiring for fearlessness



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