Wish You Were Here
Photo credit: danielito from morguefile.com
On Summer's breeze, I ride
An emotional air coaster
Fevered from words once voiced- Never forgotten
Pale skin burning in the midday sun
While my heart burns for you
Flames melting any hope
Of reconnecting
Hair of glowing embers
A beacon, spotlighting
An always lone- Me
Dana
For Wordsmith Studio's Creative prompt
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Oh, Dana, Your words dig through wounds. "Fevered from words once voiced- Never forgotten."
ReplyDeleteTouching.
Very nice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Dana.
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