darkness awaits
creeping into your skin
chilling secrets
washed away with a bottle of gin
goosebumps on your neck
from kisses of death
once midnight reaches
beware what may breach
into your soul
darkness no longer awaits

          for us all

Poetry
without
heart
is
just
.            
.
.
.
some
words
on
a
page.

Gold to brown
Feathers to gems
Black to white
I don’t know whose wonderful face is hidden under disguise
The only clue I have is when your eyes will meet mine
~Soleil DeLorge~

they say it won't matter in a month, a year, maybe ten
but what happens if it does
what happens if a year later my heart still aches at the sound of your name
then what

starry eyes
starry smile
you’re a universe
on earth
too beautiful
too bright
for this world
maybe that’s why
you’re not meant
to stay