I Can Sewn The Tragic Lines | Poem

In this moment,

I can sewn the tragic lines,

Which I never done for you.

I don’t feel my heart this winter,

May it longs the warm words,

Those stares of love’s fondness.

I think about a woman,

Though I don’t tell her much,

I’m a quiet writer,

Thrives on the darkness I steal,

Let’s be cold as this winter,

Deathra!
The Sterling Queen is here.

In this moment,

I can sewn the tragic lines,

Which I never done for you.

© sjwordsmith

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