Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Small Things

I once felt it, when eyes were closed
Smooth under the door it crawled
Dancing, were the players
On walls hung pictures
Classics, exotics, originals
One had it for the taking
Others hovered as the song played
Jealousy, feelings felt
Intoxication, devastation, annihilation
Things happened we moved on
Sleep was one thing enjoyed
Over time numbers vanished, voids appeared
Left for the picking, the vultures came
Betrayal not a word chosen, but given
Portholes to places of happiness given by white

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