Underground Sarah
The ceiling is cold as a moonless night
The lamps give a harsh and filtered light
The couch is grimy and sticky and old
The underground, evening, empty and cold.
Exhaustion and sorrow prey on my mind
But now at last, a solace I find
Her fingers so gently play soft with my hair
And my soul can rest with nary a care
I do not dread the dreams of sleep
I am at peace as I slumber deep
The lamps give a harsh and filtered light
The couch is grimy and sticky and old
The underground, evening, empty and cold.
Exhaustion and sorrow prey on my mind
But now at last, a solace I find
Her fingers so gently play soft with my hair
And my soul can rest with nary a care
I do not dread the dreams of sleep
I am at peace as I slumber deep
posted by Joe F at 6:46 PM
1 Comments:
yeah so i found your blogger thing. sucks that you will not be able to keep xanga, but whatever. so just saying hi and, nice poem.
-Sephiroth
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