Where is her tiny
Black dress?
The one
She wanted to
Wear that
E v e n i n g
A dress of
Fancy,
Bitter,
Sweet and
Dark-tinged
V e r s e
Prose-dyed,
Vague-styled,
But, still,
Written with
Her,
I n u n i s o n
Neither
Of them
Wanting
To die
A verse-less
D e a t h
For this,
They together
Caress,
An achingly
D a r k ,
— B o l d
B l a c k
— D y e d
D r e s s
— V e r s e
Interesting poem.
“Neither
Of them
Wanting
To die
A verse-less
D e a t h”
Something eerily relevant in those lines.
yeah. who would want to live a prosaic life without a poetic purpose. right?
A hundred percent.
Another wonderful piece 💜
thank you for this comment, means so much 💜
Awesome. Stunning. A piece of greatness. Loving the bold words, and the title works well here!
thank you SO SO SO Much, I am really happy you enjoyed reading this
You’re welcome! It’s really good!
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🙂 You’re welcome!
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