"gloring" poems
Without you
These moments of mine
Are an abyss of time
Where the memories rewind
And my dreams intertwine
Without me
I sense less glee
But I'll be with you, vicariously
And you me
Undoubtedly
Without trust
There is no foundation
Upon which to build us
As I watched her groove
Her transient spell she'd ooze
Whilst I'd lose
Myself in how she'd move
Blame her beauty foreign
Intimate gloring
Reach in the dark she'll say
The sun is gonna shine
Every minute was a war he'd say
I want to get what's mine
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
The Pint of a Groggy Moat
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― Lemony Snicket
There are 2 mornings of types
How I wake up:
1, the glorious morning seeps in my being and
fills me with light for the day.
2, the mornious gloring beeps in my ceiling and
tilts me with fight for delay.
This morning was the second type.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC