Teira Naahi

Monday, July 17, 2017


Some days she gets so lonely 

Nails her thoughts upon the wall

Drinks a cup of darkness

Dances naked down the hall

She twirls her hair to kingdoms come

As she makes up all her toes

Sends a text to who knows where

Then waits in quiet repose

Some days he gets so lonely 

Nails his feet upon the door

Sends his mind to half past time

Till time comes round no more

Then with a tin of sailors gin

The cell phone long ignored

Rings a text from her unknown

Brings his mind down to the floor

Some days are rocks

Some days are diamonds

Another way this could roll

Another way this could stay

But sometimes

In some ways

Some days are rocks

Some days are diamonds

So what if:

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