Poems from 18mec01
the calm before the storm,
the break before the dawn,
silence before the crash bellows,
calm, silent, waves on shores,
washing up, washing...
she asks for advice,
smiles and gloats,
on and on how lucky she is.
yet she doesn't know.
with every word she's shoving a dagger into your...
she's heinous or beautiful.
a witch or a goddess.
but it doesn't matter, because she has something even more precious.
the one you fall for...
I never want to forget.
Smiles and laughs, never serious, and so never hurt.
We took it for granted and didn't realize when it left.
But if...
Something about the thunder crack,
Something about the bloodred dawn,
The withins of the color black,
The early morning sun is already gone...