Silhouettes at dusk, spoke to me of bitter defeat; neither one of us could have foreseen, knowing now years later, that. she had been my once chance harbor in a dark and solvent sky; how I missed the signs, oh so many signs… (c) K.E.DePalmenary Poetry 2021

It was chapel bells in a distant sunset Brightly colored carnations adorned your head like a crown It was a windswept spray as the sea kissed the shore We knelt at the greatness before us Vowing in that moment to always love and hold onto each singular minute that we shared just like this You whispered, “Your eyes are as blue as the sky today” I whispered back, “That’s because I am looking at you”

It was a song for Sienna Feigning comfort I could not give It was a moment of solitude When she turned her face away From the music I wrote for her The simple melodies I sang to her I wrote it all out In melodies both tortured and true As repentant chords moaned on The sound hurt her ears And reopened her scars Lyrics meant to soothe Haunted every scar within her It was a song for Sienna That now I wished I never wrote

Behind your sun Stood me in the darkness While you gazed at the stars I wrote you poetry by the moon The eloquent wordsmith And the universal goddess Collided one sweet summer night You in your white dress How it tore my world apart It exploded like glass And to this day… I have never been able To pull the shards out of my heart. “-Letters From Kate”- ©2020 All Rights Reserved, K.E. DePalmenary Poetry

Guitar strings and angel wings brought me to a place called you those moments of grace no longer reside within me my heart has chosen the state of numb and I had no choice but to comply. @K.E.DePalmenaryPoetry

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