The supper talk all night long,
Occasional stares at the winter chills,
This night whispering for the cuddles,
And it keeps growing, this night,
So far away lies the forsaken goodbye,
But still so near feels the cold touch,
Eyes closes to the chaos that hates,
Some moment that waits to get old,
Slow into the pacific dream,
Arms around this valiant darkness,
Crowned with the snow kissed sand,
These roads slain above the screaming shadows,
To befriend a soul on the last ride,
Changing withered fire that holds the sleep,
Safe inside the labyrinth of a sober sky-glow,
To call for a home made of twilight peace,
And call to fill this heart, a heart of this cold eyes.
-Teddy ©
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