to tink :) :) :)
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I smoke, and contemplate.
I'm supposed to protect her
from roaring thunder
and the neighbor's dogs barking.
I'm supposed to be her knight
shining in a suit of armor
decorated in silver and gold.
hand gripped around my lance
sitting high,
my shield screaming.
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I lower my burning cigarette
rotating my wrist,
stabbing at the lurking ashtray.
<3 :) :) :)
Quote from: Chris on November 23, 2007, 04:55:38 AM
to tink :) :) :)
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I smoke, and contemplate.
I'm supposed to protect her
from roaring thunder
and the neighbor's dogs barking.
I'm supposed to be her knight
shining in a suit of armor
decorated in silver and gold.
hand gripped around my lance
sitting high,
my shield screaming.
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I lower my burning cigarette
rotating my wrist,
stabbing at the lurking ashtray.
<3 :) :) :)
Thank you, Chris. Beautiful poem indeed! :)
tink :icon_chick:
Quote from: Tink on November 23, 2007, 06:54:22 PM
Thank you, Chris. Beautiful poem indeed! :)
tink :icon_chick:
your welcome princes :) :) :)