on nights when
the glass yawns empty-mouthed
and life batters you with weary fists
on nights when
you feel trapped
without purpose, without meaning,
an insignificant twinkle
before the streets rush up at you
come to me at once
let me share your silence
on nights when
none of this happens
curled up between a book and a drink
before the rooster shrieks
come to me again
let me share your pleasure
Exactly what HE would do
17 years ago
3 comments:
Pulls me in, somehow.
Interesting metaphors... Could you elaborate why you chose them?
and life batters you with 'weary fists'
an 'insignificant twinkle'
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This part was brilliant!
'before the streets rush up at you
come to me at once
let me share your silence'
:)
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