Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
You carved our names in paper -
And...
You were a song written within the shadows
Brought to life daily, with your sweet libretto...
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
I could have had you
but your green eyes disturbed me...
All it took was a little spark
To light this fire in my veins...
Obstacles come in many shapes;
Brusies on my pretty face made me...
Terrified,
perspiration drips from my pores...
I've given up,
twisted tween rock formations...
Whispering moments
of timeless love...
If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...
A 17 year old girl sitting
behind her door with it...