Night Writer
Why not write now
No time can be righter
No one to tell you how
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Indeed the time is always now. There is a phantom that is always haunting me. An expectation to give in and bow. And absolute surrender and no less. Cause partialities are just not accepted. Especially when it comes to the heart. Even it you very first. These feelings both portray and betray. When looking to its eyes, tell me what it is that looking back? I know somewhere written upon a page. A dig for gold. A mighty fine treasure. A message from beyond grave. A expression we all crave. Of my life I can most certainly say it saves. Good Poem, I think more people should right.
Nice poem..cool poem..