Thursday, January 21, 2016

A moonlit tryst




We sat there baring our souls,
Licking our wounds as we spoke,
We came undone, the warp and weft giving way,
Each thread, each fiber once taut with tension,
Loosening with effortless ease,
Threadbare souls, naked, exposed,
We build our castle in the sky,
We saw each other under a moonlit night,
Hoping the sun wouldn't rise.

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