deepundergroundpoetry.com
Mon coeur
I stumble through darkness, malevolent and frightful.
Mortal lips wither and decay, I call out seeking your hand.
My mirror my starry blessing, pour your luster into my soul.
Mortal lips wither and decay, I call out seeking your hand.
My mirror my starry blessing, pour your luster into my soul.
Published 29th Sep 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 760
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
Anonymous
8th Oct 2017 10:35pm
can feel the spreading yearn in your words, it's infiltrating dear
