I've earned my dark nights
with quiet whirring of metal fan blades
and acrid smoke in the air.
Sitting in this chair and staring
at window fading sky is just
where a bad girl belongs.
Ticking of clocks and
clangs of far off bells
tell hours passing that I'm still
here on my throne.
Barely blinking
softly registering wheels that
crunch by on hot asphalt.
This is where I deserve to be
unmoving, untouched and unkempt.
Lights are behind these blues
and they're flashing and waiting
composing a mind patterned landing strip
for you to aim for.
It's night and I'm still here.
Yes, even at night I'm still
here.
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When did you write this one? I am always so enamored by your style.
I wrote it last night.
Guess I was feeling a little forlorn underneath it all.
Disclaimer: I swear I am not all dark and gloom. :)
Well, I think you know that I am pretty liberal as far as that subject is concerned. Am I right, or am I right?
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