killing time

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ah yes...
morning always comes
it slaps you awake
exposes your bones
and all dreams are bleached white
the rising sun blinds
and she feels exposed
she longs for the darkness
to envelope her
to help her disappear
the stars scattered
the moon her talisman
she hears voices
but sees nothing
as low as she is
she chooses to stay
but just like the tide
she'll turn...
and be glad for it.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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