There is a taste.
A touch
Winter frost on my tongue
A step
A crunch
I have memories of the run
The panting breathe
Racing heart
The light
It flickers
A tick tock triggers
It’s not enough
It’s to late
Man had chosen my fate
There is a taste.
A touch
Winter frost on my tongue
A step
A crunch
I have memories of the run
The panting breathe
Racing heart
The light
It flickers
A tick tock triggers
It’s not enough
It’s to late
Man had chosen my fate
She is certain
With a silver tongue
And fleshed out wings, she brings
Heaven towards the sky
Where Angel fail to dwell
Burned out in their own hell, she spied
Twisted lies and sad goodbyes
She is certain
With fluid eyes
A earth filled with dread
Where beings that feast on dreams
Question a fickle lullaby, she sings
Such pretty things
Like sweet mercy bitten by metal wings
A/N
I wrote this with my best friend in mind. One who just so happens to share my first name. So this is for you Jessica and all others in the world who share this rather interesting name (i.e this name is basic haha)
Also changing the title cause it was meant to be a place holder till I found one I liked. Only I forgot to change it before it had posted. So here ya go
‘Jessica was a worthy child’
‘but let Jessi take her place’
‘Make haste’
‘Lay waste’
‘For her death is why we’re here’
‘Burn her body’
‘Let it rust’
‘For Jessi is the king that we trust’
I melted to a tall tale
Whispered children with the braided hair
Her skin, aged like the earth, brought forth stories on unknown worth.
I melted as far as the oak tree stands
Wine in hand with berry delight
A beautiful sight on a beautiful night
Clear cut eyes crinkle under the moonlight
Whispered the children with the kinked up hair
Her skin, aged like the earth, showed visions of stories never told
And I melted to hear the tale
My dark brown skin and coiled hair, My children!
All standing there
Whispered, ‘Nana, thank you for being here.’
Written for my Nana Vivian Person
Love you
She tastes like winter
With a personality to match
Still, I liked to kiss a path
Down her tawny back
1…2…3
Count them
4…5…6
Feel them
7…8…9
They are there
10…
The End
The memories are coming back
Hidden in the snow
Tiny messages
‘You are not alone‘