Racing demons to their demise
Dancing away from him
Clinging to good and wise
Shoulder deep in despair
Climbing on broken chairs
Tossing back my hair
Rocking in rhythm silently
Living ever so eloquently as dared
Mindful of the manners taught
Tidying up a chaotic mess
Loving fervently
Not caring less as thought
Mirrors cracked open a
sharp wound
Bleeding from the site
His exlicir heals me
Within a clumsy plight
Healing without travel
Roses bred tulips green
Alabaster skin in a moonlit dream
Waken by the hum of another’s enchanted garden
Slumber again peacefully against noisy chatter
Exhausted today tomorrow is another matter
By MissTrulyAbigail©
