Cassie

Too much makeup on your pale eyes,
Too many adverbs in your soften cries,
Fear flung off the ice Parade,
Sonnets at night easily fade.

Cassie, why are you here?
What brings your heart so near?
Preacher, bring her home...
As I lay here and moan.

Touch the morning like rain in the spring,
Give me a reason to die or sing.
Cassie, I seek our life no more,
As the dawn slams onto the door.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-02-16 at 06:05

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