| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| One More Night I flinch when you touch my shoulder bare and soft in moonlight. I roll over and cry dry tears like a diary unread lying in bed one more night. You ask what I was thinking before when prayers were real words from parted lips. When faith got us through if love couldn't do one more night. I try not to let the world in where my darkness covers me cold. Keep it at my fingertips but hold it just far enough away. A small price to pay for one more night. |
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