Gift over Terror

Gift over Terror

A Poem by DrSprinkz73

 

 

He - whispered in my ear

I - Frozen Rigidly

You should have feigned sleep

My dear little one

I will touch you slowly

Lest your hair ribbon comes undone

Lift yourself gradually

As the sun awaits the great moons departure

No one can save you now

No one..

© 2010 DrSprinkz73


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This is squeaky!
I will say the picture you give totally add the feeling inside your poem!
Nice one!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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DrSprinkz73
DrSprinkz73

Chicago, IL



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I am not a simple person. But I do prefer all the simplicities in life. I can't say it's my dream to become a published writer I ust enjoy what I do. I have goals. I tend to lean towards darker wr.. more..

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