A simple word, a little thought
leading with this heart
through this soft moonlit walk.
A bit of light
n'er to come from the gloom
t'would be your heart
reaching forth to bloom.
Caught within the cold cage
n'er do wells setting this stage
forth upon a limb
were the lights to dim
on this discourteous page.
Thus we look forth
feet clattering upon this wooden floor
for the sweet supple child
that t'would burrow herself in the hollow
gentle frightened love of mine.
Author notes
What do you think? I'm honestly not sure if I even like it, it flows really kind of weirdly to me. May get rid of it, I'm not sure, but, as I said, I can't be certian if I'm the only one that doesn't like how it goes. o.o;;; Then again I've a raging headache and it feels like my brain is stuffed full of cotton, so in contrast, it isn't too bad. e.e;;
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