Lonely night as dark as your hair. Imagining that you're laying there, breathing softly under this sheet. Remembering our souls did meet....It was dark when I wrote this one.
These two had Known each other. And the Knowing made honest rhyming. Later, fond memories did the same & he knew that he had loved her.
...If you think this is about you...it isn't...it's supposed to be poetry :-P (well...actually...it might be)
Opium takes many forms, to distract & keep problems on the shelf. How hard it is to take them down & spend a moment with oneself....I kept finding ways to avoid filing my tax return...
April 12th, 2011
Atlanta
