• poetsseductionxxx 22w

    THE FADING

    A dream,slipping away upon waking, to a world on the verge of catching fire, my body has become gasoline, my mind is a rose city gently ablaze turning my petals black
    Silk all the while my heart beats for
    A safe place, from a memory of a
    Room with beautiful shaded light
    And paintings of Paris dreams an
    Conversations, and lastly, my soul
    Is wading water,wanting to be
    Another souls sustenance
    Wishing to make it through
    This inferno on the rise,
    This fading,this shadow
    Stealing dreams and
    Time.
    ©poetsseductionxxx