Monday, August 22, 2011
Soft White, Scarlet Lips
Sleep is elusive and will not find me.
As elusive as she makes herself to be.
She who haunts a boy's dreams
in scarlet, beautiful white; silken white.
Soft white, scarlet lips, a wonderful kiss.
I hate you because I love you and cannot sleep.
I am the Folly
I am a folly.
Or at one?
I am a folly?
Or at one.
I am a lifetime, unborn
a dream, underachieved.
A thought, forgotten
or a question, unasked?
I am a god, praised
a silver coin, saved.
An answer, correct
or a statement, said.
I am the folly.
I am the folly.
The folly of my time;
a second.
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