• Serena Tan

Love Poems

The spent words still stinging between us coldly settle, preventless as the evening dew: whey on grey metal. The moon is milk mirrored in ice of her own making so soon to be shivered my heart sheers near breaking. Why, why balk we tongueless and let distance thicken? Love dies, dies defenseless, proud-booted, mute stricken.
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