The leaf swishes by my soft feet,
in the cold winter breeze,
in the midnight moons gleam.
The stars are all around, sparkling.

A red rose fades faster than me,
To feel what lifes offering.
A tear drop burning my cheek.

And the question is, are you brokwn?
surviving the winds, and the cold.
While deaths dark glare,
Creeps upon you slowly,
the question is,
are you broken?
LittleMissNeon LittleMissNeon
13-15, F
Jan 23, 2013