Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Busk and Slumber
Tile and mortar, cold
Inviting all too
Hotly flaming, swear to
Falter, fall, and curl.
Wedge in corner, hold
Splay akimbo
Baring secrets, soul to
any passers-by.
Pounding fortress
Stolen here
Deceive thy solace,
Make believe you dance.
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