The night has fallen, wind blowing
The pitter-patter of my heels
As I walk into the dark
Disturbs every city in slumber
Deep deep night...
Deep in slumber...
A bottle in my hand,
I struggled not to fall, bewildered
Not to fall into deep slumber
As I walk with delight in this comforting night
As I struggled not to wake the city in this comforting dim light
I continued, though bewildered
To walk and walk and walk
'Til my feet ached it led me
To a shadow waiting, waiving
He was very careful, as I
Not to disturb the city with his pitter-patter
Nearer and nearer, slowly I saw his eyes
Reflected mine though with this dim light
We both raised our bottles
With a sweet cunning smile
So familiar with each other
The love of my life
Then the world suddenly became even darker and deeper than the night.
Why oh why?
I lost those eyes quickly
I'm losing my mind.
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When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
