Sunday, 6 April 2008

When The Moon Takes Over

I miss you most
When the Moon takes over,
The sky turns black
And the stars roll in...
I loved you first
When you slept on my shoulder;
The arch of your back,
The touch of your skin...
(extract from an untitled poem from the yellow notebook. written 1.24am, 1st April 1998. London, SW1.)

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