Fire and Dreams Don'T Mix
5 am at your front door, past out from the night before,
Do you find me disrespectful?
What a shame it wasn't your place, I'm such a disgrace,
How could I be so forgetful?
I do remember 4 am when the fire still had an ember,
It was then I saw your cute face,
But it seems that it was just a dream,
As I ended up in a fiery brace.
Copyright © Aidan Thomas | Year Posted 2012
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