Ephemerality
By alesana
such a shame, really
that my fingertips wilt every rose
that
my teeth will turn your body pale
that a breath can break sweet silence
and a knife destroy my whittlings
one slip and you can fall forever
one mistake and you will fail
in life, my darling
ropes will
never hold you up.
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Copyright 2011 Meg Owens
Published on Tuesday, August 30, 2011.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"