her.

Her golden dusted lips
split into a crescent moon grin
and the part of me that
had once held
a now darkened part of her
ached with the sting 
of unrequited love

her laugh sounded of pretty chimes
and broken glass,
that told less of beauty and more of recent tragedies.

Reviews

[Jackie]

That last stanza has really got me hanging on. So far I've really been enjoying these. I have read a great deal of them so far and I apologize if you don't see me post on all of them. All very beautiful pieces yet few of them just not sure how too respond.. finding to be very thought provoking though. Great stuff

[the penumbra]

Thank you very much, I deeply appreciate your comments. It just makes me happy knowing that you read them, let alone commented on them!