Marsha

Your green eyes

with golden sparkles

glisten like diamonds

In the sky.

Your vulnerable soul stands

Between light and sombra

As sun shines through

The panes of glass,

behind which you stand…

Waiting for luck to come…

A prince from the Russian forest

Maybe…

Bearing the gift of love,

to fix your broken heart.

Yet,

the fat scowling man,

Shirtless at the top of the stairs,

Peers downward to the street, blowing toxic smoke

At us, in a sinister way…

Makes me afraid for you.

I want you to be safe;

And to know I love you.

TiffanyCreek