Author & Poet with interests in music, art, traveling.
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As the midnight hour is close at hand; Memories of my past, Reflect who I am. We have formed a family on this American land.
By Teresa Joiner4 years ago in Poets
Tick Tock the clock doesn't stop; Until the sound of the alarm goes off. It's the same routine; Get ready for a job to be done.
You and I were as one, Incompatible like the moon and sun, Your touch haunted my dreams of love. In your brown eyes, there's only lust.
