The Living Wraith
Mar. 8th, 2012 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bleedingangel84Bleeding from this breaking heart,
the storm whirls inside her head.
Memories linger there,
cloying as the scent
of stale perfume.
His eyes haunt her dreams,
ethereal and transient- flickering-
in and out of her awareness-
like the wavering flame of
a guttering candle.
She longs for the day
when her thoughts are not
so heavy-and the echoes of-
happy laughter-cause no tears.
Until then, she loses herself-
in the grey uncertain land-
somewhere between reality-
and the things she'd rather forget.
the storm whirls inside her head.
Memories linger there,
cloying as the scent
of stale perfume.
His eyes haunt her dreams,
ethereal and transient- flickering-
in and out of her awareness-
like the wavering flame of
a guttering candle.
She longs for the day
when her thoughts are not
so heavy-and the echoes of-
happy laughter-cause no tears.
Until then, she loses herself-
in the grey uncertain land-
somewhere between reality-
and the things she'd rather forget.
