The ghastly silent dawn would draw me closer to the window,
Where I’d sit for hours sipping the hot joe.
Waiting for him to finish building castles in the clouds
flying rockets and Inspecting planets around.
With his tiny feet he’d come running to me
Rubbing his eyes as if it was still too early!
He’d jump in my lap and close his eyes,
For a little more than a while.
That warmth would fill my chasm,
And I’d pull him even closer to my bosom.
And then his echoing footsteps in the bare room
Would wake me up only to worsen my gloom!
My barren body would plunge like a dagger in his back
His gloom would deepen but I’ll always have his back!
The balmy days would receive us with a frown,
Our lukewarm glances would weaken us down.
The file started to gather dust,
Stronger and staunch grew our mistrust.
We’ve draped the sombre dawns such,
Because sometimes you can’t fight the destiny’s clutch!
Picture credits: tumblr.
Got a new poetess around!
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Oh, I like it!! I agree, sometimes you can’t fight destiny’s clutch. I love the way this is written……absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks Will!
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You’re welcome beautiful, just like your words that’s what you are.
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