my limbs ache for the love you sell.
On bright sunny days
when the weather is so warm
you feel like running in the fields,
when something takes over you
and you sit and watch life pass by,
ignoring the stiffness in your throat
you concentrate on making the grass greener.
When you flap your wings
in distant midnight dreams
when the passion of makeshift love,
is too strong, you forget yourself.
And do you return late at night
to find your home soulless?
Is that why you seek refuge
in a house of love.
What frightens you?
Is it the empty rooms, the dusty photoframe,
or the speckled mirror
that someone so thoughtfully placed
infront of the door.
Do you find yourself torn between
night and day?
Are you midnight my love,
standing on the edge of time,
too afraid to place a foot on either side.
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