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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

Quote from: Tink on November 23, 2007, 06:54:22 PM

Thank you, Chris.  Beautiful poem indeed!

tink

your welcome princes