The Dark Poem

Dark is her strip, dark is her underwear 

Brighter is the sun while some lives are dead 

Dark is the light and the dark is her

Darker is the promise and those stars are blur.

Dark are her eyes and dark are her lips 

Darker is the memory when he grabbed her hips.

Dark is her smile and dark is her laugh

Darker is she herself while all her happy moments are saved in draft.