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Sunday Morning
Your sweet nothings vibrate
like your many dispositions.
You set the table, pour the coffee,
I light the cigarette in your mouth
and lean over to say This must be a dream
before you stop me and respond
Yes, I already know its real.
like your many dispositions.
You set the table, pour the coffee,
I light the cigarette in your mouth
and lean over to say This must be a dream
before you stop me and respond
Yes, I already know its real.
Published 18th Dec 2014
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the romantic sweet nothings that holds n sustains everything ..typically strong n short mood poem ryt from the title till the very last..italics without inverted commas for dialogues seem v.effective. Tq fr this romantic dip:)
19th Dec 2014 3:39am
20th Dec 2014 11:30am
I love the fact that this particular piece isn't overstuffed with descriptives leaving the reader to paint the scene of the kitchen and breakfast to come ...
The first stanza classic.
The first stanza classic.
20th Dec 2014 6:54pm
