Friday Dejavu

Freshman - 670 Points (15-12-1990)

Night Visitor - Poem by Friday Dejavu

Lost to lust,
My flesh of dust.
Desiring pleasure_
Though in torture.

Buried in pride,
My ego ride.
Seeking for a bride_
Non to chide.

Down the lane,
I fall in plane,
Slopping through_
Amidst the rough.

Frozen in ice,
I heard her voice_
Never love twice,
Lest you miss your dice.

Mother was right,
My hands is tight.
A visitor at night,
Is not worth the fight.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Lyric

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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