His touch
Lit up
Her face
In the night,
Like a bright red
Neon light.
-Dante
In The Night.
His touch
Lit up
Her face
In the night,
Like a bright red
Neon light.
-Dante
The Truth.
If the truth
Is to come out,
There is no room
For a filter,
You don’t choose
Whats heard and whats not
You just say.
-Dante
Scars.
Don’t you see,
That you need
Not hide
your body’s scars
Any longer?
All I wish
To see
And touch,
Is your heart.
– Original-Dante ©2015
Beats.
Working in tandem
With the rain,
A natural metronome
For my poetry’s
Rhythm and beat.
-Dante
O.D. 