Twilight

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    Twilight

    Twilight

    Sitting under the cover of an infant blue and orange twilight,
    I realize that you never loved me.

    Touching and kissing were just games we played when we got bored
    And the plans we made were stories we told ourselves when movie plots grew old.

    The particles of light that descended and lit our way were really just household flashlights
    But when you spoke those silly words, I took out my headphones and listened.

    My look was hypnotic and that’s how I took you,
    But to keep you would require more of me. More that I don’t want to give.

    Making love under the cover of an infant blue and orange twilight,
    I realize that I never loved you.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    samantha’s Poems (9)

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    First and Second Kings 1
    I don't want to be alone when the world ends 0
    Twilight 0
    Seconds or Centuries 0
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    Day dreaming at a funeral 0
    A Deliberation of Forgiveness 1
    I Died Last Night. 1
    Sights Unspoken 1