Poems from bekalry
The lamp is dim
I sit silently as I do every night
Creating, escaping
Pressing keys at a rapid rate,
my work is an adventure
Brushing...
I can look you in the eyes
And as you leave
I find my hands shaking
I listened to you talk
I lost where I was
You touch my shoulder
And...
Outside is black
the shadow of the moon drapes over my skin
I'm in my corner
Alone again
Hours and hours
i've been typing away
in my own...