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Write me

door killea

Write me






This day asks me to write it
but my pen lies stilled
by the curtains drawn
my heart is pounding, filled
as I count the days, no hours
so many before you stand
nights of ebb and flow until
I can kiss the palm of your hand
look into those melancholic, dark eyes
still this day asks me to write it
I constantly ask why, no replies
so I wait for the night, the black pit
will ask if it will write me
a teardrop falls on my bended knee
my love is like your wasteland
endless, hot, demanding, not free
this day, I cannot write it
but this night will write me

feedback van andere lezers

• andremoortgat
  The night will write history
  in the palm of your hand
  and each teardrop will dry
  killea: I wish, Andre, thank you
  xx
  j
• warket
  De engelse taal beheers ik niet maar ik versta ze wel zoals het geluid in dovemansoren. Een klein deel in een levensachtig leven van een soortgenoot. We mogen ergens altijd wezen.
  killea: many thanks Warket
  xx
  j
• Danvoieanne
  nice xx
  killea: thank you Anne
  xx
  j
• julien_maleur
  a very nice poem of hope
  JM
  killea: thank you Julien
  xx
  j
• jan
  keep on writing, beautiful!
  xxx
  j
  killea: will do, Jan
  xxx
  j