Poems from Fromtheheart
At 4am every morning, I am still awake, attempting to get you off of my mind. My eyes trail around and around the ceiling fan, hoping...
A turn
A sideways glance
One capable of a trance
Did I just see
For I did not believe
Can it really be
And one more look
Was the last I...
Hovering between the last breath,
Before more words are spoken,
Silence swallows its victims.
Their fate lies in a creature,
That eats all...