open poetry night. 2

these were some more open oetry night poems. jus some more versions

Walking home in the cold summer nights.

The thoughts never ending like the perfect moon light.

Far from perfection, giving into my addictive predilection.

You burn salacious thoughts that I just can’t shake.

The memories and hopes that we’ll never make.

Shaking, drenched in shivering imperfections.

The cold takes no effect,

       I’ve been dreaming. 

Author's Note

another version i forgot to add. all comments are welcome.

Reviews

[Raven Radke]

very lovely!
wonderful!

[Aradie Rain]

Very good again, short but paints a wonderfull picture of what you mean.
~Aradie

[Taylor H.]

loved it!!!! :)