Water-coloured tears drip-
rolling and weaving through crimson twilled...
(Beautiful Chaos)
My mind is unspoken whiteness of marked metaphors...
I felt so excited,
about meeting her that evening...
Nothing’s as bad as it seems
Hearts were meant to heal...
If life was a rose garden
Then we would be those flowers...
White fabric outline's the true silhouette
of me...
Life is as feeble
As run away bubbles...
She who puts herself together
with perfection is hiding the secret...
The beasts who feed upon dead flesh,
Are no different to those in suits...
i walk alone
in a concrete forest...
(a poem by Larissa van Heerden)
***TOMORROW...
Flame filled skies scorch and sear,
Metallic hearts begin to bubble and melt...