Words
Alas I write these words to thee
My lost and lonely soul
Dried tears for days I cried
It’s you whom makes me whole
Ink on paper cuts like glass
Cold hands quiver on skin
How I miss summers’ of past
Swooning under moonlit rays
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2020
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