Her voice was sounding like an ocean.
Fluid was starting to fill her lungs...
My soul is so hollow and empty
I need to hear your voice speak to me...
How beautiful you would have been
Darkest brown hair just like him...
The bottle has no heart or soul
and often plays a deadly role...
Each night
Solace descends...
I need to explain the choices I made.
I believed I had it all...
As he stroll across the vast sands of time
Leaving his prints behind deeply drawn...
A light that once glistened
Fade paler to dim...
Closing my eyes I can smell your scent,
still hear your laughter and feel your touch...
My feelings for her blazed,
slowly and slowly like first light on the land...
The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...
As a firefly, glowing softly,
Fly onto my hand...