A man sits outside my window
A glossy face with stone dead eyes
He never really smiles and he never even smirks
He’s always there while i lay to rest
So polite to never really intrude
Just waiting on me to step outside.
He stays peaceful and sentiment he stands in his place.
A watchful eye marking my body
Tonight a man sits beside my bed
Glossy face and cold stone eyes
This time he smiles and holds my hand.
This time i go with him and my mind is left behind
About the Creator
Sid l.c
Writing the things i stay up all night thinking about. Just trying to figure things out.
Finding Contentment
Peace. The view from their coastal villa brought them peace. From their first visit, that sleepy seaside town had become important to them. It was intertwined into their lives and served as a tranquil bookmark, a serene highlighter for the many difficulties they have experienced throughout their life together.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Fiction
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