Posted in Poetry, Prose

Her Come to Me, Smile

Her lips enticing
her glassy eyes reflecting
the cloudless skies
I licked my lips
in anticipation
of her kiss,
Her lips made of glass
shattered my dreams
cutting my hopes into shreds
throwing the pieces
onto her mirrored soul….

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