Saturday, 26 January 2013

Crimson

The distance creeps up on me
on low shadowy nights
the heavy winds blow
heavy as my heart at dawn
i long for the moonless nights
i wait for your slightest move
All your beautiful memories
is all i hold on to
i try to curb the urge
but your thoughts re-surge
your eroticism entices
this weakened heart
i hold strong for
the storm rages on
i will fight
for the battle shall be won.

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