Her, lying there,
So innocent and fair
In slumber.
Soon she will wake
And make
Her way home.
He got her number
From that place of dreams and regret
– The internet . . .
Her, lying there,
So innocent and fair
In slumber.
Soon she will wake
And make
Her way home.
He got her number
From that place of dreams and regret
– The internet . . .
I sense a real sadness in this one Kevin. Your poems are so unique.
Thank you, Lorraine. Yes there is sadness in this poem. Best – Kevin