On A Cold Night

On A Cold Night

A Poem by Simply_Stylish

I lay,
My mind strayed.

I looked up,
On stars, eyes locked.

I thought of fame,
To keep me contained.

I counted the stars,
And rolled on the damp grass.

I breathe in the cold air,
My teeth chattered with great flair.

© 2013 Simply_Stylish


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Added on December 11, 2012
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
Tags: lay, stars, fame

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