The Thing That Is Missing
17 December, 2010
Author: Pamela O'Brien
Oh how I love to dress the part
And to dance the night away,
Spend it cuddled in your arms
Letting your lips persuade,
But when the morning light arrives
When cloud nine disappears,
My feet are back on solid ground
And so are all my fears.
This routine, its a' growing old
Think its time for somethin' new,
I'm tired of hailing taxi cabs
In the dawn & morning dew,
Why can't we be more than just
Two lovers in the dark,
Or do we need the dusk to see
If we still have a spark?
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| mental (24.168.217.92) -- Saturday, December 18 2010, 01:59 am things just seem to happen in the dark happier more sensual. then the day just dooms you. and takes it all. thanks for that vision of night the best thing about the day is the night. great poem thank you |
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