In the Shadows
We sit and meet in the shadows..
Exchanging thoughts not shallow..
Real desires that can't abstain..
Like small candles who's fire rains..
As the wax drips it clings to our sounds..
With a silence of whispers we crawl till we're found..
When the darkness is empty and voices fade..
We drift into madness and pull down the shades..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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