Couldn'T 48
48.
The lingering halt of half burnt day.
Always the back of the throat tingles
When you are caught at attention.
I want to hide behind real smiles
With sincere silk promises.
I understand love,
I burn with it.
Hey I sit back and pontificate enough
Filled with the heart stuff
Now it should be hard to fantasize
But I shouldn’t isn’t easy.
In fact I didn’t.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2012
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