all alone
writing this poem on my phone
hoping I hit the right keys
and I can squeeze
just one good metaphor
out of my tired brain
something that will not bore
something that will make you sure
a spark has passed between us
before the curtain of night
descends.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
all alone
writing this poem on my phone
hoping I hit the right keys
and I can squeeze
just one good metaphor
out of my tired brain
something that will not bore
something that will make you sure
a spark has passed between us
before the curtain of night
descends.
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