peak, powders, lost, calls, locks, pit
moon, staff, stone, after, written, petals
Sometimes I Still Think Of You
Last night I wrote you
a love letter while
stars hung silver
in the deep purple sky,
owls called out to the day
and petals of sad moonlight,
pale as face powder,
owls called out to the day
and petals of sad moonlight,
pale as face powder,
glinted on far away
rooftops.
My words flowed
smooth and fast,
tumbling one
after another,
until I couldn't write
anymore.
Finished, I tore
the pages into tiny scraps,
threw them into the wind,
padlocked the iron gate
on my stone-cold heart.
rooftops.
My words flowed
smooth and fast,
tumbling one
after another,
until I couldn't write
anymore.
Finished, I tore
the pages into tiny scraps,
threw them into the wind,
padlocked the iron gate
on my stone-cold heart.
