Sunday, March 15, 2009


the clouds outside my window are so much more plentiful than you would have liked.
they're everywhere, blotting the sun,
covering the blue in the sky--
they probably wouldn't make for very good pictures.
but, they're still clouds
and still they remind me of the secrets in my dreams;
of lying, exhausted,
clothed in black shirt and gray sweatpants,
protected by the blanket of your embrace--
for a few hours out of my life,
escaping to the heaven of you,
the place where forehead kisses
and dreamclouds abound.


Manda The Magnificent said...

all of your poems are truely beautiful! wow!

Miss Malorie said...

Thanks Manda!! I really appreciate it! And thanks for following :) That means a lot to me and my lil ol' thoughts ;)

Manda The Magnificent said...

haha it's no problem
you have courage to talk about things and post them. i appreciate it so much. theyve helped me =]

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