Lesions

She had a crystal gaze
and it burned,
reminding me of ice
and blue eyes
or perhaps
they were emerald
and I just forgot.

Lesions on a
Lost soul

I wrap the parcel,
scant possessions
of a life
that never
wanted to live.

Her eyes were green
but glass cuts
whatever its
shade or hue.







Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-06-14 at 14:35

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