by Unknown
Aug 2009 360 Views 0 comments
" Intimacy"
When nights do come,
like tangled moths,
in the moonlight we search.
When she looks with those eyes,
blue lit with precious time,
casting the light to all my delight.
When she plays with light,
searching my plight,
my spirit takes flight.
Afraid of the light,
yet yearn to be, I struggle and fight.
So night by night,
in the moonlight we search.
like tangled moths,
in the moonlight we search.
When she looks with those eyes,
blue lit with precious time,
casting the light to all my delight.
When she plays with light,
searching my plight,
my spirit takes flight.
Afraid of the light,
yet yearn to be, I struggle and fight.
So night by night,
in the moonlight we search.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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