Poems from stef.789
You trek through the days of gray,
Your candle burning bright.
I pay no regard to your wilted body,
As I prance around in fields of green....
I do not like the dark.
The stillness creeping through my bones
Crippling my senses
Into dust.
In a vast expanse,
No matter where,
I am...
Your love like the moonlight
always outshined by the sun.
By nightfall,
illuminating even the most wretched weeds.
Your vioce,
smooth on my...