Treasure Island

Walter C. Edwards


About The Dark


Darkness comes to early for me,
when all I need is your warmth,
beside me and to see your baby blues,
forget the blackness that covers the soul,
ignore the truth that is their,
walk and just talk about our days,
as if nothing else matters,
and most of all laugh,
for the time we have is just too short,
to think about the dark.

Submitted: Saturday, January 18, 2014
Edited: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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