thinking of you again, by leon reader |
when the fresh moon replaced the tired sun for the night shift, this is when the thought of murder entered my mind. during the last storm, i was counting the distance between the thunder and the lightening, this is when the thought of murder entered my mind. i was alone by a river, listening to its heavy flow, falling into a dream, forgetting why anything mattered and wandering through the corridors of my own disillusioned mind, i tell you, there was murder in them halls, behind those doors, from the en-suite bedrooms, under the bed sheets, through the foyer and down to reception, the only thing received was disguised as redemption. |
Posted: 2009-04-15 21:03:26 UTC |
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2009-05-17 21:16:25 | Your Everlasting |
This is a good poem and thanks for the coment.Yeah,I am cool,thanks. |
2011-05-29 18:26:04 | Unintended |
:) |