::WRITINGS OF OLD, WRITINGS OF NEW...SORROWS OF TIMES & JOY FOR WHAT'S DUE...SOME THINGS I WILL, SOME THINGS I DO...EITHER WAY I'LL FOLLOW LIFE'S CLUES:: ~Keila Coate Womack
Saturday, May 31, 2014
::Robot Drones::
When I hold your hand the whole world disappears
My lips melt into yours
And you shelter me from
buried fears
Still the aching mind from trying to sort out the many waning years
Two lives tied up in separate times
Shuffling in the monotonous motion of robot drones
Pulling in a covering of sturdy safety from being blown
Smoke shield to hide the passion that screams out inside
Falling harder for the warmth of your touch
Unquenchable desire that begs for a world lost in you
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