He keeps knocking
on my midnight ceiling;
until morning
he occupies my mind.
Invades my innermost thoughts,
I have no peace,
he doesn't want to leave me be.
I don't know how to get rid of him,
he doesn't leave my space;
he waits outside, in the streets.
Surprises me, as I'm turning a corner,
falls like a bookmark
from the book
I read.
He knocks on my door
in vain;
I don't want to hear anything.
I see him passing the glass windows
of second-hand stores, where he buys
slightly used,
still in a good condition
looking like new
carefully restored
love.
I am not purchasing
what once
belonged to someone else.
I won't wear
someone else's love
(3-6-07)
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
He keeps knocking
on my midnight ceiling;
until morning
he occupies my mind.
Invades my innermost thoughts,
I have no peace,
he doesn't want to leave me be.
I don't know how to get rid of him,
he doesn't leave my space;
he waits outside, in the streets.
Surprises me, as I'm turning a corner,
falls like a bookmark
from the book
I read.
He knocks on my door
in vain;
I don't want to hear anything.
I see him passing the glass windows
of second-hand stores, where he buys
slightly used,
still in a good condition
looking like new
carefully restored
love.
I am not purchasing
what once
belonged to someone else.
I won't wear
someone else's love
(3-6-07)
~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us.
Check out her other Poems in her collection here.
She deserves to be remembered.
~Anna