As I was drifting off into a mentally draining induced peaceful nights rest this was running through my head keeping me from getting into my good drool REM sleep mode. I don't know why or where it came from but it was keeping me up so I rolled over and put the thoughts out my head an into my phone. I wasn't about to get out of bed and turn the computer back on...
How can you put a value on the feel of our kiss?
What kind of price would you give such sanguine bliss?
Stolen glances across filled rooms
The aroma of you forever looms
Like a thief in the night
You stole pieces of my life
Unarmed robberies going unnoticed til it was much to late
Pricelessness of unplanned events had sealed our fate.
(c) 2008 ME
I don't know why I'm dreaming of poetry about being robbed, hell I don't know why I'm dreaming poetry PERIOD. I wonder if my subconsience is trying to tell me something about somebody or something or maybe I just had a lot going on yesterday and this is just another "thought" that has been trapped in my head and was it's way of freeing itself. Whatever the case is, I'm glad it wasn't an armed robbery :-)
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