Monday, August 3, 2009

The Game Of Night- A Poem

Let the drinks set in

Then the game of love begins

Dead soldiers give liquid courage

Class in the morning but its just junior college

Touch your pale skin lightly

Sing songs we used to know softly

Smoke filled lungs begin to exhale

And the drinks we drank lift the veil

Stumbling now in dark alleys

Thoughts of summer of sun kissed valleys

If we were sober would we still hold hands

Or would reality keep us apart with its cruel commands

Sun is rising soon you’ll be gone

Felt so right now seems so wrong

I wonder why we only live at night

As you slowly walk out of sight

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