Riva Murphy


I am a living, breathing poem, a compilation of lyrics, and an enigma. I am dramatized, by traumas past and a life that is unequivocally mine.

your bed is made of stones
in the Autumn sun you shone.
November's winds have blown.
diamond came of violence
like snow encased in silence,
white in all your essence.
a crying ray of light
in the darkest part of night
I know we'll be alright.
you cleanse the world of few
start our days with something new,
end our failure in the truth.
Written & Copyright 2010 By: Kymlee Murphy

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