My Confession
all is well as well is all
october ends with summers fall
at least in my eyes I see
from as far as far as me
I look across the room at thee
the darkness eyes as black as see
at night they are a silent sound
calm and inviting her soul is bound
I wish to have her soul as I demand
but not as possession
but a close friend
this is my confession...
Copyright © Ryan Emerald | Year Posted 2010
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