The promises died in his icy white breath,
His eyes glazed glass -lucid looks bereft.
His smile upturned with a broken breath caught
Mid-sentence -did he part, those secrets untaught.
My hands clenched, claws digging in my sin,
I crashed onto him -tidal waves floored me in.
Plummeted my fists cold-hard-maddening
Not a word he uttered -but for his hairs abuse-filled mutterings.
~ Copyright Β© Ozlem Yikici 06.03.2013
-This is an iffy ending, I may edit it later -right now I'm just coming up with blanks, feels like it's not quite the last sentence it needs to be.
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