Forgotten heart of mine.
Forgotten souls in time.
Teetering on the fence of time.
As prisms sparkle thru the night.
The moon glistens on the leaves.
Volcanoes erupting thru the night.
I smell the taste of honey on my lips.
Passions controlled by what was once felt.
She has become the desire within his veins.
The forgotten dreams of his heart drip blood.
As they were dropped along the way.
The heartbeat of their love was left out in the rain.
12:30 mid-night 9/ 17/ 2013
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013