After Midnight
my mournings come alive
when she enters deep inside
my heart, my passion, my mind
time
it travels far
without daylight
burning moments
as they move on by
I see her soot
as it cinders
my reprehensible lust
bleeding
upon a thousand broken glass slippers
I slide her future
past the tombs of tommorow
caressing the carriage/carnage
of life
if only
midnight would hold
a glance
through the glass
graceful the gorgeous ballerina
twirls
and smiles when I look
beyond the broken
the soot
the chances never took
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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