Silent waves drifting over me
Cool and gentle, engulfing my body in a motherly embrace
Refreshing droplets rolling down my smiling face.
Embers erupt and amber stars fall
Our hearts bleed soot and ash.
I’ve packed my bags, ominous, amassed by the door.
Winter squalls torment the tattered remains of love.
Embers: Wet Lips
There's perfect beauty in your face
Inbetween there's only barren space
Empty vacuous mind
Vacant lifeless eyes
Beauty is discerningly kind
You have no soul
Your heart is cold
Empty Vacant Beauty
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