Entry # 7
T A M E D
The night needs to be tamed,
before it gets inflamed.
Inflamed in the dreams and wishes that are no longer sane.
Without the liquid of passion it became untamed.
We walked in the night to touch the water of the drought to of which became
tomorrows after thought.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary:
PoetryPoetry is life. And sometimes all you need is a new perspective. To help you hold your head up high.
