Come Up

The neighborhood 
is quiet, 
all streetlights 
turned out. 

There's no
one awake, 
and no reasons 
to doubt. 

I can't stand 
the silence, 
so come up 
the stairs. 

Wear your shoes 
on the carpet, 
I don't even 

Just give me 
your hand, 
I'll let you 
take lead. 

So I can give 
what you want, 
and take what 
I need. 

13 thoughts on “Come Up

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s