Thunder Roars
As my pen pours it’s ink Onto lonely paper Longing leaping From my pores into the darkened sky Hoping my words beckons busy wind And the moon turns her head. For I need to sing this love Into her left pocket So that they will be written down; Placed onto your cool pillow As you lay your head for slumber. My arms, They twitch from their need To embrace your delicateness. I’m unsure of how to conclude This spillage of myself, So know you will be in my dreams #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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