Isabella Francis Poems

Full of milky light
And the night's soft tread
The clouds carried on to reach,
The moon as she bled.
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Lighter than feathers, blacker than coal, they lied in front of me
Ashes of my burnt heart were they for me to see.

My heart had been hurt countless in the past
It was broken by many whom it trusted fast.
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Caramel eyes, auburn hair
Beauty that’ll make you stand and stare.
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The whole world knows that humans need air
Each day seven billion share.
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As silence turned to pitter patter,
I stood out in the open, waiting for clouds to scatter.

One star fell on my cheek
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It was a chilly night of Nineteenth December,
The sunny winter had transitioned into a foggy weather.
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It rained for forty days, the rain of blood
The rain poured and poured turning into a flood.
The ground turned crimson, water became red
Leaves turned black, trees went dead.
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My ears blared with a deafening sound,
My heart beat irregular short and long.
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There stands in front of me a sculpture made of ice,
Twinkling in the moonlight with beautiful brown eyes.
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The cold wind cuts through my face like glass,
Along two lines on my cheeks it was exceptionally sharp.

The moon shone down on me covering me with a silver hue,
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