Propane Sky
Full moon tempted by the calling of the night
Shines brighter than glass on fire
Invisible flames, such a sight
Cover my eyes, colours me insane
Bring your honour
Not your pain
Too young to look, too blind to see
You smile with sins
The lord said to me
Must I live in good despair? I shot back
He’s gone
But Limbos walls begin to crack
The lightening bugs glow through the sky
Before the blackness comes
With a heavy sigh
Wake me up, not from sleep you once said
Id scratch your surface
Till my fingers have all bled
Sing not of virtues of what reflections show
Daisies live in hot days
But will they last all through the snow?
Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2014
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