Harsh

[Guest guest]

We have become

hard words between

soft covers,

even Springtime lied to me

in the songbird's love

for the freedom of an empty sky,

and now I have all but forgotten

when I plucked that apple

ripe

with your voice

then, a

promise of Love,

I am naked in the light of You,

I weep

I shiver

patiently waiting

for soft words

to fall upon

to fall upon...

 

shelless..

 

Ana