#52 (foam queen)

a glass

filled up to the brim

it shattered

puddles

left to swim


upon the waves

after the raves

she flowed

on notes unheard

unwritten

a crown of salt

a gown of black


she fades

she shivers,

makes it back

the night is wrapped

around her heart

that aeons could not

tear apart


a living memory

yet it lingers

within his mind

and through his fingers

although he keeps

to those he loves

some place

he safes

for her

always


  • matthias geh, 16th April 2016

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