The wind tugs on my heels
with delusions biting my mind.
The sun sends its brief
(shadowed) wink – –
for love,
left longing
in the (dark)
air, we call
the unforgiving tragedy,
that was
(last night)
The wind tugs on my heels
with delusions biting my mind.
The sun sends its brief
(shadowed) wink – –
for love,
left longing
in the (dark)
air, we call
the unforgiving tragedy,
that was
(last night)
Wax Poetic 