Your White Lace
Your white lace flows to the floor,
Yet you shall never wear it again,
In my mind are weevils covering my everything,
And your artful touch is buried with your epitaph,
The stalagmites we used to visit collapse in our cave left far,
And I am but a bestial creature now,
The arrow of hope has been broken and burnt,
I stutter and stammer in anger,
My speech was perfect before you went cold,
A silhouette of you hangs in n a place turned to frost,
You took with you what I held boundless,
You broke my wings and left them crushed,
Yonder is a life,
But it looks vapid,
Oh it’s trapped like a fly to ice,
Left to freeze slowly,
Yet no one was there,
I hold your white lace,
Knowing its colour is but bare!.
By Crazygirl
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