@curlypopp 14 December 2020

POETRY

Warm and Aged the withered glee in her eyes **flooded the crimson spotted cheeks** in her lonesome quest she was drowned the weakness of her that she can't save **the hand that used to have the touch** **of the bright sun and it's warmth** is now dull and calloused of many trippings on the jagged ground what she did was knelt and begged for a good worth of love **but perilous nights of abyss** **and epochal nightmares** **is what she fell into** instead of the arms of a lovely grey haired gentleman both of them warm and aged on her bed. ( *Hi! so this is the start of me posting my poetry drafts that never came into light until this. I am not a skilled poet, I only have mediocre skills in this art. I also write only when I feel like it. I don't write on a regular basis. But, I still want to share it to you guys! I strongly believe that you dont have to be Shakespeare to be a poet. Anyways, thank you and love for all! )*