Mistake me not
I know you're
there
How could I
forget
You and your
dark wavy hair
I took a sip
of coffee
My head tilted
up
I noticed a
twinkle of joy
As eyes met
over my cup
Tempted as I
was
Words forming
in my head
It went off
soon again
That wretched
monster, wire fed
The folly came
then
When a choice
was made
A trap that
ensnared many a man
Of which a
price was surely paid
For the more
we look down
At these
unnatural blips of light
More so will
our starshine fade
Back into the cold, abyssal night
Back into the cold, abyssal night
-Izzat R.
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