Yesterday’s Leftovers

I feel like yesterday’s leftovers, she says
But to me she shines brighter than the stars
On a new moon night, in the month of May
My happiness derived from her laughter afar

Aloof, broken, aching, she trembles into the night
But to me her beauty surpasses her grief
Loosing sight of her bright lights
I reassure her, fix her, refresh her

She might feel like yesterday’s leftovers
I pull you down when you’re low, my best friend says
I want to tell her she’s like the sun in the summer
Brighter, stronger, lovelier each day.

Twitter: @WallflowerBlack


About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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