Day: Nov 27, 2021

Her locks held sweet cherry scent,

And I held her like a breath.

Those moments were heaven-sent,

But I wreaked the clouds,

I failed her tests,

Still hoping she would be proud.

It was not the same, it never is.

Her screams and my shouts,

From lovers to enemies.

The watchers gathered in crowds

As I returned her jewelry,

Then took up a new route,

Knowing I am killing my destiny.

-JW