On certain late summer nights
when warring words settle for sights.
We sit out on our rotten wood decking
checking if our desire is still there.
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Vincent, you've painted a beautiful, melancholy canvas here, that's both personal and pensive. The alliteration is subtle and works here; I want to flow into it, but the one thing stopping me is the inconsistent rhyme pattern (nights/sights, sky, why, then following lines not rhyming) . I'm not sure if it was intentional, and maybe it's a form I'm not familiar with, but I would love to see a version without the rhyme. Just my thoughts. Take care, Lori
Yep, melancholic and gently sad. Sweet little read. Warm regards, Gina.