I feel you now, more than before....it is a sweet, sweet goodnight
Why did you wait so long, was it a test, to be sure that I would not follow you into that dismal light
Things are not what they seem, and yet I feel i know, like a man bent on hellfire or damnation....why can't I just say what's on this damn mind
But it's still...a sweet, sweet goodnight
Your humor shines forth, as it always did, from playful punches, to giving sweet revelations
We aren't dying in the night, or the light...or whatever cliche' romance typical drivel one says
We are here again, and it's the same....but nothing is, what it is...
But yet again, what a sweet, sweet goodnight
Soul splitting and soul taking, and soul delivering
whatever are we good for...whatever will the good do for us
Why now, I could have waited eternally, instead....it was fleeting
Where are you, in this sweet, sweet goodnight
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
