Wednesday, May 8, 2013

i am here and he lies there

they are crazy.

just as the damned moonlight

seems different
and slighly unevolved

as




it chooses not to shine directly

upon my

unresolved face.




and he fell asleep.

softly.

annoyingly.

and i kept typing,
because he hates it.



1 comment:

  1. your poetry is interesting. i will definitely be back to read some more.

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