Unpoemed lillies
Bloom in fields of dew.
Is it true, that...
Roses are red, and
Violets are blue?
First fruits. Even my thoughts are found...
Thinking of you,
Penned outlines of visage and emotion,
Spectrums and contrast,
You haven't even a clue.
.
I fell through splinters,
The door of my glass heart shattered and scattered,
Leaving me in rainbow-bled contortions,
To you, it never once mattered.
.
My visage is no more,
My everything, laid broken and sore,
My adrenaline rushes my heart to hell's gates,
I've never felt this lonely,
I've never been this poor.


© Lunaris