Pre Dawn Pretense
The time is night
lonely sounds outside
are way to contrite.
and is fed from her fire
the empty room in my mind
is reserved for her desire.
pre dawn pretense
boiling within the sultry night
the thought is so thick and dense
it's my own silent flight.
hardness runs through me completely
after thoughts still produce the chill
the pitch black is all i can see
and always will.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|taboo (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, February 13 2014, 11:36 pm|
the empty room in my mind/ is reserved for your fire.
|shan (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, February 17 2014, 12:08 pm|
Love it! Written so well! Great expression
|mental (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, February 18 2014, 12:11 am|
thanks for comment
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