Breath In My Night
The breath in my night has treasoned me today
The irony breaches my heart
So henceforth I know,
how daggers can carry as softly as clouds
and as sweetly as innocense
My day is voided out of the blue
and filled with missing and longing
For the breath in my night
Has left me to breath on my own
poem by John Emmett Anderson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
