Poetry Tag

Late Night in August

1 meandyou sat together
underneath these stars
and we weren't in love then
i held your shoe with my foot and you
held my stare
istoodbesideyou on purpose (of course)
as we smoked our lives
away-

until morning.
2 As sun did rose so did we to a passion and love that was unforseen.
And then we smoked our lives to gutter ruin and brokedness.
but love was present we temporal insaned, until the following day.


Contributors

1. ripquiet1 on Wednesday, December 28, 2005, 21:50:24.
2. hexiba [ propart AT hotmail DOT com ] ) on Thursday, January 05, 2006, 06:13:03.

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  • Updated Thursday, 05-Jan-2006 06:13:03 PST