your face in the twilight is fading now that night has fallen pitch-black i am only reminiscing your beauty that from art now turned into work it's your ghost in the hall i still allude to since i've come to leave you behind but your face in the twilight i need to savor that piece of art too divine so, i turn on the lights and keep working true, i dope myself to capture that reverie it's substance-abuse of the essence of you...
you are the poem i recite when i'm with me














