Some days pass by fast like a flash
of white, a young woman
crossing her legs on a park bench
while some nights roll slowly
like dark stockings a widow takes off
at the end of her mourning
but tonight is as black as *******
draped over the light by the bed
a silhouette of a lady in the glow
of a cigarette before morning.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
Some days pass by fast like a flash
of white, a young woman
crossing her legs on a park bench
while some nights roll slowly
like dark stockings a widow takes off
at the end of her mourning
but tonight is as black as *******
draped over the light by the bed
a silhouette of a lady in the glow
of a cigarette before morning.
