the early hoursA Poem by sea lily
i suppose it might be coffee, it might be
the film i watched with you my curtains were open and breathing the night air-- and why should i sleep? when there's nothing in it for me. the blank cream walls surrounding me. we painted them together... fell, exhausted on my messy bed streaks of paint framing our smiles you held me then. i painted our names with a thin-tipped brush and decorated you in a breathless rush but you know by now, the darkness scares me. my door's ajar and streaming light i need you here, too, in the night. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on May 15, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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