Of Glass Dividing Souls
alone in cold dark metal
very little air to breathe
frozen in a place and time
days are lost in anticipation
waiting again and again
and then it happens to my surprise
your fingers touch the chain
delicate links that bound our hearts
I am now held in your hand
your thumb outlines our locket
the locket tucked inside a box
pink tissue paper blankets me
pictures behind glass dividing our souls
you touch your lips with a kiss
then caress my face with your finger
After Midnight with Rex and Pam may read Of Glass Dividing Souls on their show on 12/9/19 - 12/10/19 Sharon - SLR8313 © 3 years ago, Sharon
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