Forget Her Not
Sinister impossibilities follow in the dark,
Whispering,
But she's not scared,
The voices have a heart.
Voices and whispers collide in the night,
Enchanted beings erupt into flight!
Two-lips folded against each other,
Petals in the wind,
Look just once to find a lover,
But search forever for a friend;
Hoping for a hurricane
To blow each plague off course...
Tears and whispers colliding,
Just can't tell which ones are worse.
Rip the heart,
Jagged,
Lightening hot!
Bullets like hail,
And forget-me-nots.
Copyright © Shannah Short | Year Posted 2005
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