I Write Poetry

Your pages like wings,
hang from your spine,
you are in my heart,
and on my mind,
I've seen your scars,
they're just like mine,
lost and alone,
wandering blind,
traversing the shadows,
searching for a sign,
talking to the moon,
beauty so divine,
standing in the dark,
awaiting stars to shine,
dying from exposure,
left bleeding on the vine,
shut out from the world,
in a cage confined,
cradling fading magic,
I wait at the borderline.