I left the path… While dark got here
The pray of angels wrapped the skies.
I felt their wings between your lies,
Trying to save my mind from fear.
I run away from our nest
To ease the pain behind the door
Of what the shadows broke before,
With thousands stabs upon my chest.
Yet steps are heavy on my way
Carrying with me a part of you,
The dawns bring memories to say
Nostalgic stanzas under blue.
The evenings strike on thoughts we had
While catching moons between the stars
But still I run alone and sad
To find my heart under the scars.
© Simona Prilogan