Wisps of Hope

Part I

Domestic bliss,
Her tender kiss…
This dream I savor
Each distant flavor.
These days we wait
I wither and take.
These separate hearts;
I’ve suffered great
With all the hate
And ignorance spread across my plate.
How much are we willing to take?

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s