I saw the sun disperse

Between dark trees

Behind orange clouds

Were faint memories

Of your bruised neck

Kissed tenderly.


One moment it shined

The next it vanished

Like the time you were mine

Now memories damaged

By wicked time

That decided to punish


Our love.


I know a lot of my poems sound sad, but truth is I am usually content.


Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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