Engaging Thoughts
i don't care
to see morning wink
from beneath the gray film
that leaves the day
undeveloped,
it's easier
to pretend
that night
has yet to end.
night's black
is the only veil
yet to cover my eyes
and i'm tired
of playing wife
to the unworthy,
tired of hiding
behind the thickness
of gray moods.
it's raining again
scribbling night's color
upon my cheeks,
kissing my lips
with day's aftertaste,
yet i pretend to smile
when love looks my way.
in all reality
i'm too old to care,
too old to dream of...
today,
night still holds me
in the negatives,
this day's still undeveloped
yet my mind
isn't anymore,
and my last thought
before anything can blush
is to be walked
slowly down the isle
in satin and bows
pretending
to be the bride
i never was
as you lift
the veil of white
and kiss me
one last time
and pretend
to miss me.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2014
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