I was in the middle of your life
We both know I have been
far and wide
awake while the world sleeps
Waging war on wisdom
Love is an untamed idea
The last frontier, the first cause
Miles and minutes of longing in between
You withdraw your warmth
I pull on a sweater
Days pass leaves fall
Like a freight train abandoned on the tracks
Looking broken
against a morning sky,
You shake the frame of mind
That harbours sleep
Restless birds hold me
as the
Light is painting itself
across a rough part of town
Like lipstick on a whore
Another
Half-hearted attempt to brighten the disappointment
And make festive the despair
About the Creator
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