"Make love to me," she said
and by that, she meant Make me
feel less like I am dying.
The sun through the curtains
colored the room
blue and white and yellow.
Her fallen hair
shone like fool's gold
on her cheeks,
in the sink,
on his shoes.
He looked away.
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Comments: 26
This poem is now in the articles section of Writing Essentials.
beautiful
This is definaty very good and I like it.