Darkness falls, and the most beautiful girl climbs through my window,
Giggling and whispering away my troubles,
She dances round my room and begs me to join her,
And every night my live for her doubles,
We escape the bastille the night confines us to,
Tumbling over silver hills,
And she kisses me in the woodlands far from home,
I'm left empty of issues, her love begins to fill,
O beautiful creature of night-time,
Why can I not see you in the day?
"But you can see me" she whispers,
"you're just not lookinh the right way"
So if you see me wandering around
With my head high in the air
I'm not snobbish, I promise you,
It's just that my lover is up there.
YOU ARE READING
Ciggarates and Moonlight
PoetryI want to try something new and write poetry :) I hope you like it! Constructive feedback and inspiration is welcome.
