In the dead of night
Blinded by the dark I could see a beamed light
At the corner of your bed it caught my sight
Read a message asking"did you two fight? "
Gathering my thoughts and insight
I thought of ethics and whats wrong and right
I chose not to question you but kept quiet
We never said anything nor a goodnight
Months back..him smiling was my duty and delight
I pampered him in the mornings and adored his height
Safe in his arms I'd hugged him real tight
Thinking he had found his Cinderella to his Knight
Currently we unstabled we've lost the light
Won't lie,or shed more tears"mother I'm alright"
The messenger had left a love bite
My strength left my body and so did my might
Of course I loved him I was scared maybe in a state of fright
After that night his smile has always been bright
Tears flooded down as I thought, what I should write
That night,the dead of night
The devil was disguised in the dark as the beamed light
I knew our relationship would change in a slight
Leaving,Ill be late for my flight
I don't blame him, because I was right
YOU ARE READING
One With The Wind
PoetryTo whom it may touch, Thy soul,thy heart and thy might, Quench the thirst or enlighten, Feels of home and brighten. The more I'm stuck, In this cage of bad luck, The more my demons are at there best when I sleep. I'm in to deep.
