Cut Runs Deep


Plagency of an angel smile.

Beams afar from a distant mile.

Redhot waves for a brilliant mane.

Down on dusk, even the silhouette shines.

Firework words and a June bug rigor.

Sprinting toes and sparkling demeanor.

Effortless love with passion poured.

In the story, there’s a cloak and sword.

Hopeless hearts in love’s endeavor.

Here for a minute and gone forever.

Wounds cut deep; you will never be whole.

No time in the cosmos can heal this soul.

~ Freedom