I Think I Saw You In My SleepA Poem by Zackery Alan DaleySelf reflective verbiage. Inconsistent vernacular. Music.
Infectious Texas, it isn't I you should be worried about.
The past is a fire, and who hasn't been burned by it? I guess I wasn't quite sure how to go about you... Just a reflection of ghostly your presence made me tense. Infatuation and ignorance of reciprocation seemed to make sense. I laid the wire, I paid the piper, I climbed a top that spire.
Precious pebble your sacred geometry has flawed. Is this what changed the way you thought of me? Oh please, just don't think about us. You weren't even close to enough. © 2013 Zackery Alan DaleyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZackery Alan DaleyKanab, UTAboutHello my name is Zack. I have been writing since I could properly hold the pen. Then computers came around so I type up some work on this site from time to time. Thank you for checking out my conte.. more..Writing
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