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blanket
warmth from the blanket;
kept you so softly in the night,
held you so gently in delight
dreams come to an end,
with morning sunrise;
a new day begins
toss it aside, without any thoughts;
upon that cold wooden floor, it drops
though your warmth, it held so closely
a blanket cannot keep, for mostly
like the memories from yesterday
how fade they, into grey
after the day is done,
with horizon dim, gone is the sun
all the cares, all the strain
yet never fails to warm, again
I wish I could write like you
I wish I could write like you :/ just so talented! :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Means a lot coming from you
Means a lot coming from you ;) I feel like my poetry lacks depth, but I try my best.
Lacks depth!?? No honey, your
Lacks depth!?? No honey, your poems are always reaL deep! Also sensitive and piercing at the same time. sometimes when we feel numb we feel disassociated like an observer... It does not mean however that you do not have an insight to all that depth. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."