To Seraphim
#warandpeace
Cry I to skies...
Was it ever
Worth fightin for?
Once peace, now war.
Use to be nudges of sweet delight.
Sparklin glow, of love in her eyes,
Such a theft, lost of love’s wealth.
Rich beauty gone to stone.
Cry I to skies...
Was it ever
Worth fightin for?
Once peace, now war.
Use to be nudges of sweet delight.
Sparklin glow, of love in her eyes,
Such a theft, lost of love’s wealth.
Rich beauty gone to stone.
Naught to reap nor sow.
Stars, vanquished-gone.
And I can’t
Fight no
Mo.
To Seraphim; who
Casted upon us this winged lust,
Could you’ve dream of such?
Stars, vanquished-gone.
And I can’t
Fight no
Mo.
To Seraphim; who
Casted upon us this winged lust,
Could you’ve dream of such?
Wine, loaf,
Misery.
Nothin left of
Glee.
Love wandering,
No sense
Of self.
Heaven and
Light given
...not kept.
No sense
Of self.
Heaven and
Light given
...not kept.
Tinika Edwards
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Poetry