Short of elegance
shy of delight,
strung far out and further
than touch of this night.
Alone in a grim
more than you care,
silence beg lend her
warmth to be there.
It was your warmth i looked for
your safety your calm,
in times like these
i seek
life in any arms.
Stranger and stranger
fall into harm,
and it was your warmth i looked for...
found empty and cold
a silence so heartless leaves
so much untold,
in your arms i found
pretences sold.
elegance and a black dress
blackened the night
unseen as her screaming
blackened the night.
I need you to see me
I want you to try
undress me slowly
dont mind if i cry.
i just get a little uneasy
under a familiar eye
I cant ask for anything
I cant tell you why
short of elegeance
and short of delight
black dress
crumpled
blackened the night
black dress
your caress
blackened the night
BINABASA MO ANG
alleyway of strangers
Poetrytrying to capture wild and reckless nights half forgotten. when the words fall to paper its like they tell a story of someone else.. a stranger in an alleyway.
