Peel the covers away
from your body
slowly, like that
Sway and shift away
to the other room
slowly,
just like that
A midnight star;
shed tears of light
Made complete
with torn wings~
trying to smile, but
your closed eyes
match my guilt--
why disguise it?
Keep doing that to me
every sunrise burning
forever through the pane
and make me forget
that I thought I was
responsible for
this damage
Tell me who it was
who long ago took away
your ability to fly
I'll bring it back
If in return you would
just teach me to soar
to peel back the layers
slow—one sunrise
at a time
Just like that
5 charges of vandalism dropped:
Very nice. You're great with words.
Peace!...with 2 fingers;)
Just like that. I love the conversation you seem to be having with an unseen person here.
Thank you both!
Peace:
I try to be... doesn't always work out that way though...
Charles:
I really dig the conversational style, of course. This one was a bit older, but i dusted it off and made a few adjustments, as well as resisted the urge to completely chop out what ultimately makes it work: a wide train of thought barreling forward...
i like it. just like that.
^_^
love how it makes one wonder what's going on, but giving the phantom of an idea.
sounds naughty. or, maybe my mind is naughty.
very telling poem.
Neko!!!!!
So glad to see you. I worry about you, you know, so it's nice that you have dropped by.
Yep, still doing my thing...
I'll have to go and say hello.
peace at ya!
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