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MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Peeping through my window.
O you playful, ludic moon!
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I cannot play, leave soon.

Go away! carefree moon.
Put off your assuasive light.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I've a meeting with sun bright.

I don't want to close window.
I don't want to be rude.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I am not in playful mood.

Hide behind dark clouds;
Or behind mountains steep.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I cannot play, let me sleep.
Teal Holliday Aug 2014
Hands full of assuasive power
Gently commanding attention

Pacifying my trembling heart
I’ve never been afraid
What a time to start

Staring at the smoldering coals behind your eyes
Tripping over my words like I’m walking on fire

I’ve always said love was for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt
Hoping to unearth you
I’m sure I’ll find a worm or two


Behind the mischief in your smile is a delicate ego
Fragile as crystal yet callous
In your arms I find a safe place, a palace
For my adoration to settle like dust
A dry tongue is not enough to derail my train of thought

I’ve always said that loves for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt

Hoping
To
Unearth
You

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