This poem was the result...
You wait outside my window
A hungry reflection of myself
A shadow that vanishes if I look too close
Or perhaps I’m the shadow
Wasting an existence that you covet
A hollow echo of your deep, resounding need
I move to your desire
Never delivering your satisfaction
While you wait beyond the glass
Crying out for more.
Nice! Really well done. I wish I wrote poetry like that. I mostly just stick to prose. ~grin~ Happy Writing!
ReplyDeleteAww, thank you! (blushes) I adore poetry, although there's not as many opportunities to publish them. I'm working a few right now which I hope to submit (crossing my fingers)
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