Memories
Hold them dear
For they are precious little things
A happy thought
A glimmer - love long forgotten
A pen writing on it's own
No hand to guide, just
A happy thought/will/love/desire
(Call it love, lust, will desire)
All pieces of you
A mighty war waged deep inside
A tear that turned an ocean blue
So hold them close
A thousand shards that one must keep
For they are very dear to heart indeed
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Late Night Poems
PoetryAll too often we lie in bed at night, unable to sleep because our thoughts are running wild, enjoying the freedom of this timeless dark. This is my share.
