For every night
I was a goner
Your memory kept me alive
The thoughts of your smile
And what we wanted in life
Every night I was a goner
The nights were shortened
By the hope
Of our flames rekindling
Every night I was a goner
Thoughts of you
Kept me sane
Thoughts of you
Made me realize
I just wanted to stay
Every night I was a goner
Staring into the dark
Nights so silent
My only wish
If tomorrow comes
Then you shall
Be by my side
.© La-ki
The tales of a poets deepest secrets
Poetry is eternal
Category: #ODP_Diaspora
St Phooey
Thomas Stephen Calvard
Edinburgh, United Kingdom.
I saw a furry man
Sitting in a pile of fags and mags,
His pet ferret swam just like a porpoise
Through a sea of filthy bags.
This man of garbage presiding,
No more, no less than that.
(People with no home, no money and no family still have dignity sometimes.)
ODP Forever.