A dim afternoon;
dusk and wintery
Utter solitude
away from everything
Roll under the sheets
smell of coffee and Peeps
Smiled with the warmth
embraces the front
Put the music
into the soul,
for eyes are deceit;
see nothing but gold
Better should close 'em
for open be wile
it would lure the darkness
and swallow with guile
Cover the mouth
for it will spurt,
nothing so less
Sparks would it take
to burn a pretty dress
Shut the spirit;
let it rest
Enfold the feelings
kept within the chest
Tears should drop
and fill the gap
Show your weakness
be bold at once
Get lost in a place
where dreams could expand
its surreal, should say
dreams are too vivid to be grand
-7:54pm vivid
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
