Talk, Talk

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


I do not own
The words I breathe
In sleep, I moan
A baby teath
Remember, wait
Listen to the beats
Dreams. Angel greats

Enormorous size
Heavenly ties
Leaving behind
A family miss
One smile, to find
Familiar kiss
Rising fast, tears
Vanishing sand

Young forever, mirrors
A face of glass
Broken, sweet mass
Of heaven, earth
Death, given birth
To one life, late
One night, talking


© Sonya Rose

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