She wears
Her gold ring
With flowers
All around
She never
Takes it off
Or let’s it fall
To the ground
The feeling of it
Wrapped gently
Around her
Little finger
Brings comfort
That someday
Someone
Will buy
A ring
Of there own
And ask her a question
“Will you
Be my home?”
Tag Archives: ground
12/12/13
The sound
Of acoustic guitar
With trumpets
In an orchestra
That aren’t very far
Pants of white
Stained with coffee
Today isn’t a Monday
But with
Snow on the ground
And an ache in
Her breast
She can lay
All of what
Was once
Worry
To rest
Firery Heart
And she
Found her place
Above the ground
Next to a fireplace
Cozy and beautiful
She will
Never be
The same
Hooray!
rebelliousoceannymph 