All the Time

There's a darkness, 

In the stairway.

Start to listen,

At the doorway.

There's a soft voice,

Rising so close.

Like a sad girl.

Like a lost ghost.

In the dim light,

There's a shadow.

Standing with her,

Like a scarecrow.

Through the closed door,

See her crying.

Lonely whimpers,

Like a howling.

Can't lie-

I like you dark eyed.

And I've been-

Trying to sneak my way in.

It's a fright night.

And you're just like a knife fight.

But I've been-

Dreaming of your scream again.

This happens all the time,

Where you're with me in my mind.

This happens all the time,

Where I want to feel your lips on mine.

This happens all the time,

Where I want to hold you from behind.

This happens all the time,

Where I like to think that you are mine.

In the dark streets,

It's a cold night.

But a dim glow,

From the streetlights.

From the upstairs,

Through the dark screen,

There's a lone girl.

Watch her moving.

There's a feeling,

Like a lost thrill.

Like the craving,

Of a first kill.

Then a loud noise,

Like a last rite,

Like a siren,

Through a dead night.

Can't lie-

I like you dark eyed.

And I've been-

Trying to sneak my way in.

It's a fright night.

And you're just like a knife fight.

But I've been-

Dreaming of your scream again.

This happens all the time,

Where you're with me in my mind.

This happens all the time,

Where I want to feel your lips on mine.

This happens all the time,

Where I want to hold you from behind.

This happens all the time,

Where I like to think that you are mine.

Reviews

[Kesha]

This is quite the dark poem you have here. Very well penned & intricately woven. I do love myself some dark poetry. Good job as always dear.

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you as always. :) This was actually just a first draft of my poem Cravings.

[Kesha]

You are welcome. & AHA I was trying so hard to think of where I recognized it from haha. Now I remember. Thanks for clearing that up ^.^ lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

just like a knife fight...love is many wounds...many scabs from the wounds...many chances to run, many times we wish we had...sometimes we would rather hold from behind, safer that way than facing love, when it screams heartbreak from the edge of its blade.

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you Jacob! I'm glad you picked up on those two lines. Thank you for the great review!

[Ann Mariya Roy]

there are few lines that we treasure never to forget. sure this is one.

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you Akhila! I appreciate your reviews!

[Ann Mariya Roy]

thanks Michael

[Sami Khalil]

"Can't lie-

I like you dark eyed.


And I've been-

Trying to sneak my way in.

It's a fright night.

And you're just like a knife fight.

But I've been-

Dreaming of your scream again."

A splendid dark poem...Thank you for penning...:>)...............

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you, Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).............

[Diana]

Enigmatic, captivating, and dark. Definitely dark...

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you, Diana!