Poetry corner

My love and I.

Sparks fly

In the night’s sky

Under the ash,

My love and I.

Stars shine

Brighter than life

In the empty Space

My love and I.

Tears drop

As the distance grows

Together, with whimpers

My love and I.

Kisses cool

As the knife drew

From our heart of hearts

My love and I.

Bodys shiver

As we knew

That we were still in-love (try as we might)

My love and I.

All of this has probably been said before, probably just like I did. Everything has been said. Creativity is a farce. We all just emulate what we see. 

-tired,

Wesley