Late Night CallsA Poem by MJShe said, ‘I like to be alone’ And she smiled because she knew, She was good at lying over the phone, So they lied together, as the stormy
night grew. There was laughter that day, And some feelings too, So together they flew away, In to the night’s blue hue. Whispering into the bed, She crawled beneath the sheet, And found a bug instead, So they laughed over it, till it hurt
her head. Rain rapped against her floor, Or perhaps it was the door, But she pretended to ignore, And searched beneath her bed, until she
was sure. Thunder played like a song, And he told her a tale, Of the unknown who were once too
strong, Fighting off warmth through wind and
hail. It was the circus then, Jugglers and the magic ball, The play room and the play pen, And how they thought death could come
with a fall. Both dead, somehow, somewhere, Laughed at the bitter revenge of life, And neither seemed to care, That they pressed against its two-edged knife. The night felt shy, It blushed a bluish red, And through the window she watched it
pass by, Leaving words that were never said. Yet they talked, holding her smile, Then came the halt, He told her to wait a while, And she picked up a fault. ‘Can I Talk to you in a bit?’ ‘ Ha ha, Oh yes it’s her, my beautiful doll’
‘You know how bad she feels about this,
she might have a fit’ ‘Thanks, So now I’ll just go answer her
call’ The line goes click, And the night disappears, The clock doesn’t tick, Till she recalls her fears. The magic wet on the ground, Winds sleeping behind the hill, There is hardly any sound, So she pops another pill. Nothing beneath her bed, It was her shoes instead. No bug on the sheet, It’s nothing but neat. And if it all after all, Were a shadow and its game, Then reality itself, Was a deceiving shame. She said, ‘It’s alright’ Maybe another night, ‘He will know one day, Yet thank god, it was not today’ © 2012 MJ |
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1 Review Added on January 14, 2012 Last Updated on January 14, 2012 AuthorMJAboutHey there, You can call me M, and I'm 18. I have been writing like a maniac since I was a kid, and I'm sure this is one addiction, that I don't need to go to a rehab for! I write about almost every.. more..Writing
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