Don't leave me, so aimless
without fervor
without sight or sound of your voice
And as naked as I was
your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models
of your carpet,
carried you on, to the steps within your norm,
fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before,
you leave,
taking turn, to deal,
like the rising of the sun,
an up bring to my darkest hour.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Don't leave me, so aimless
without fervor
without sight or sound of your voice
And as naked as I was
your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models
of your carpet,
carried you on, to the steps within your norm,
fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before,
you leave,
taking turn, to deal,
like the rising of the sun,
an up bring to my darkest hour.