Cobwebs
When you sleep in my arms,I wish the night's end never comes.
Awake, let's watch the dark tinge pink
and turn to day.
Fear the sun
hate the dawn.
They will take all of this away.
No wayward words or promises
we already know.
You'll cling to me like cobwebs,
till I am forced
to let you go.
Poetry by CJ Perrin
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Written on 2011-02-23 at 13:51
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