The Moon, the Sea & Poetry
She has become an Angel of Death in love,
and her chest a cabinet-of-souls
where abandoned ghosts haunt her
There they are damned, forevermore… 12 more words
7 hours, 1 minute ago
Knives that kill.
For the thrill!
I keep the monster
Under my bed
And with my demons
Keep him fed.
Giving him pieces… 16 more words
12 hours ago
I know there will come a day, when I’m no longer the only star in your sky…
and as much as I want you to dream your way across the universe and beyond… 15 more words
17 hours ago
On a bed of thorns
Is where the angel sleeps
And in the morn
On her bed of thorns
Is where the angel weeps.
19 hours ago
The only words that ever feel true,
are the ones that hurt the most…
21 hours ago
She left this world so gracefully.
She was like autumn…
showing us the glory of the soul
and greeting Death with a kiss.
It was a beautiful end, 16 more words
1 day, 12 hours ago
You always come back to me,
again and again…
But you always leave first,
and my heart just can’t take it