Work to be Done.
By dalphon
I take another shot,
and try to behave.
I long to speak
my mind,
but there is face to save.
It should be safe,
I am drinking alone,
After hearing your 'Goodnight',
spoken
over the phone.
I try to drown out the voice,
telling me
I made the wrong choice.
All the pain and fear,
seem so
far away,
As long as you're near.
The distance between
us,
All the 'relationship' fuss.
Corrosive sand,
Grinding
us to dust.
This has gone to far,
to be anything less,
than eternal bliss,
in an infernal mess.
I feel your
stress soar,
as you gather the cloths you once wore.
I
have music and emotion,
to carry me through the night,
There
is work to be done tomorrow,
If it is all to turn out right.
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Copyright 2012 dalphon
Published on Sunday, October 7, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"