Another triumph over night,
And all it promotes,
Cold loneliness, dreamless dreams,
In the bed of your absence.
Fresh morning after, images quiver
In debris on pillow's teary glitter,
Regrets stale as fortnight's bread
Shy in jovial streams of intimate sun.
P.S.: Finally, the weekend is almost here. The brightness after darkness...haha
2 comments:
perhaps it will be nicer witha hot woman? =)
Haha...I see a problem, I can't write in a woman because I don't have one...
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