
Got Me on My Knees
He’s been arguing with himself these days.
It’s all gone wrong. Been wronged.
It’s a paler shade of broken, he says,
while he argues with the mirror, and longs
for her legs. A lost prisoner to her songs.
And he falls into blond on blond dreams,
begging Layla, you’ve got me on my knees.
written for Miz Q: “Clapton’s Layla” and dVerse’s Rhyme Royal form (ababbcc). Image by Goya “Ridiculous Dream” at http://www.wikiArt.com
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