Borrowed Moments

By cryptarter | Literatura | 20 Aug 2020


I can still remember when she's mine,

when she's his; yes, ours!

Her wicked smile that's so divine,

deplete my priceless hours.  

 

She pulls me down on the bed at night,

and covers my peripheral sight.

I wasn't blind that time at all,

I know how my friends used to call.  

 

This silly man has been a slave,

and hadn't been that brave,

to cut the rope that traps the trap,

and made him a vulnerable scrap.  

 

The end comes as twilight beckon,

seems dusk with a flight of doves.

These borrowed moments left me forlorn,

but at least I knew I loved,

I did love...

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