It is during these moments when, <br />the whole world seems asleep, <br />and the lights from the lamposts, <br />are burning bright for the foxes. <br />I have an intense craving to <br />go down stairs wearing nothing <br />but my skin, <br />whilst carrying my book of poems <br />Walk into the rainforest <br />resembling garden, <br />and burn them all, <br />Watching the once honest words <br />rise up into the black sky, <br />stolen by the wind, <br />never to return again. <br />Then I think of the morning, <br />and how the sun can change a mood, <br />instead I cuddle up to my dreaming lover, <br />and hope to meet her in our dreams.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-poems-whilst-the-world-sleeps/
