He fell in love with her ghost.
Scars of their love
Ran up his back
And across his shoulders,
Memoirs of fingernails.
But he couldn't touch her.
Couldn't feel her kiss,
Only the frost
Like breath on a window pane
In the cold.
Scars of their love
Ran up his back
And across his shoulders,
Memoirs of fingernails.
But he couldn't touch her.
Couldn't feel her kiss,
Only the frost
Like breath on a window pane
In the cold.
posted by Stephanie at
11:50 PM
1 Comments:
Stephanie... I just never have anything left to say about your poetry. Because it's all so incredible. You always amaze me... and I can't ever pick favorites!
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