From "The Voiceless Quill" now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble-
Her
May I tell you about her?
Someone will need to remember
My memories are dying quicker than I
May I tell you about her?
Please, before they are gone
She wasn’t supposed to be first
She was to care for me
The first-time I saw her, I loved her
Her hair was the color of the sun
Her eyes as blue as crystals at the bottom of the sea
Her laughter was a symphony composed by angels
Her skin was the silk of gods
Her face...
I can’t remember her face
It hurts in my heart
I don’t want to cry tonight
But if I cry tomorrow
I won’t remember why
May I tell you about her?
When her pain came
She would take my hand, leaning close
Whispering fantasies
I could taste her lips
She kissed away my sorrows
Whispering words of…
I can’t remember
Who is that?
Can you tell me about her?
The one in the photo
Resting upon my nightstand
Do you know her?
Her hair is the eye of heaven
Alabaster skin I long to touch
Her smile is sad
She is beautiful
Please, Will you...tell me about her
Before I’m gone
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