You pick up a stone along a path
to carve into the shape of your heart
Your eyes sparkle under a moonlit sky
Or is it just my imagination?
You offer it to me with thousands of promises
and I take it, no questions asked

Sweet words slip from your lips
but it tastes bitter on my tongue
You wrap me in a tight embrace
and I choke on the crisp night air

We used to glow together
But now our light has faded out
The morning after, I see you
dressed in nothing but the truth

I stare at you and blink twice
For you have thrown dust in my eyes.

Leslie Anne lives in the Philippines with her husband and two kids. She started writing poetry and short stories when she was twelve years old. She has written three manuscripts and been featured on various websites.

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds