9/3/16

Uncommon Courtesy

She leapt from her ladder,
caught a falling star,
and now she has no hands to hold

She got a running start,
dove off of the moon,
and (on Earth) lost her head in the clouds

She’s a masterpiece;
my interchangeable opus
And this heart paints with more than acrylic

My favorite person,
with room for improvement
Never fearful we’ll differ once this feels familiar

Her lips are as jagged as pinks can become
Well beyond her kiss
I bleed endlessly onward

Poetry from Nevermore Forevermore by Shane Windham
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