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The Favourite White
#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.
Covering the fear with this blanket,
Playing in the dark with the trinket.
When I hugged the pillow,
It called me your widow.
Tears trickled down from cheeks to chin,
Memories hold tight to the skin.
Eyes couldn't stare at the ceiling anymore,
Dark shadows I don't adore.
In the lost world of the night,
When you and I unite,
When the dawn is in light,
I could see you smile bright.
I could see you still wore,
The favourite white.
© Suchishra
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.
Covering the fear with this blanket,
Playing in the dark with the trinket.
When I hugged the pillow,
It called me your widow.
Tears trickled down from cheeks to chin,
Memories hold tight to the skin.
Eyes couldn't stare at the ceiling anymore,
Dark shadows I don't adore.
In the lost world of the night,
When you and I unite,
When the dawn is in light,
I could see you smile bright.
I could see you still wore,
The favourite white.
© Suchishra
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