Dark riotA Chapter by Am27Second poem.I see you sleep And I don’t want to wake you up. I want to keep This day in my memory cup. My heart so hurt. But I don’t know why. That little bird, That now can fly. Hour goes And darkness disappear. My heart is witted rose With a little tear. It is so quiet, To sit right here. I want a big riot! For us, my dear. That bird lost her feather. I see it from my desk. It is the same colour as heather. I hide the tear by my mask. Hour goes And darkness disappear. My heart is witted rose With a little tear. I want a big riot! But you can’t hear... © 2020 Am27 |
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