Silence in the air, only broken by the fluttering turn of the ceiling fan
Eyes begging, body had already lain though the fingers are still dancing To the steps of the heart and mind
Enough for tonight, o poet
Not only you're on the edge of the bed, you are also on the edge of a brief death...
Take the little rest
Tomorrow is another battle
If not, lay your arms and peace awaits (god-willingly)
Jack Malik | 1st May 2015 | Ipoh
