Comments about emily nardone
cold tears are falling from the sky,
to make ripples in the ponds calm water.
like the salty tears that fall from your eyes,
to make ripples in your (undrunk vodka)
the thorny rose that you once held,
withers and sheds its petals.
to fall into the glass you hold,
like your teardrops, soft and gentle.
your romance died beneath the stars,
as the pale moon hid behind the clouds.
the rose wilted in your heart,
now your soul's screaming to get out.
it finds the pond invitingly cold,
it's murky depths a place to hide.
it's invitation ...