I don't feel the empty sting.
You've taken it, honey
And then loved away.
Your irksome voice,
Sleeping in my ear.
I remember your wings around me.
Protecting me from the rain.
But without the water, I could not grow.
And my petals they have turned
Dull and grey with fantasies gone astray.
Muffled things you said
I wouldn't want to hear. Best
To keep the clouds far, but I heard
The thunder without the noise.
I felt it prickling my turtle skin.
As you held me close
And told me not to let it in.
No comments:
Post a Comment