The goddess <br /> walks into a room <br />of red <br /> n unravels <br />white see through <br /> seams <br />n stares blankly through a window <br /> sells the moon her dreams, <br /> <br />n the stars fall <br /> like diamonds <br />she doesnt wish though <br /> <br />she lets them fall <br /> they slip through her fingers like water <br />like love <br /> she knows they cannot be grasped <br />there is no forever <br /> just moments ticking <br /> <br />like the wrinkles beggining to creep on the sidelines <br /> of her face, <br />she sighs, <br /> she smiles anyways, <br /> <br />Naked before the moon, <br /> n wishes she could sit so still <br />forever, <br /> n feel the sun creep up n warm, <br />all the cold places <br /> that long to be touched......<br /><br />BladesongRaven Gehrig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-cold-places-that-long-to-be-touched/
