• Nemi

Shine On Me...

I used to sit and find time

To drop

Small lines

Which took little to no time

As I'd unwind words

Which were stuck to mind

My quest for warmth

Took me from my bed

To places where others lay their heads

And at times where lovers struggle to stay undercover

I'm tired of the daily alerts, telling me that someone is at my front door

Only to find a person who has no clue that he needs to do more

With this life

He's slowly fading away

Like the ashes on the cigarettes

He smokes every day

This is the first and last light

This is me standing wondering if my wrongs were really rights

This is the sun before the night

This is me saying good morning

Knowing that soon I'll have to say goodnight

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