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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 19, 2017

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Submitted: September 19, 2017



On blacktop and white lines

I wander off

on a skylit drive.

Each memory reviving.

As the man in the moon

is spying.

A shotgun on my right.

She's the mercy of my life.

A conspired fueling pleasure.

I'm too weak

to resist this treasure.

All alone with my thoughts .

Regaining the past

with multiple plots.

There are sparks born in my eyes.

There is a hiding place

filled with surprise.

An empty heart is measured

By loneliness and empty of it's treasure.

Lost in November.

Will she remember ?

Non stop

to the top.

I can hear her breathe.

As the petals begin to weep.

A rose of Sharon

her stems are barren.

She wants new life.

She is always on my mind.

I'm lost and out of time.

I can't begin to change the weather.

If I could I would have my treasure .

I sit alone without a direction home.

Burning letters

she had sent from Rome.

As I thrive to find a destination .

To bury this silence on my skylit drive .

Still searching for my treasure .

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