Endless scripts in endless rounds curling around you at a distance
I'm too afraid to write you any closer to my heart
I fear what remains of this pulsating breakage,
Will shudder to a stop-
When you crumple what's left of my heart's meagre offerings.
You were always too strong and beautiful
To put in any of my delicately crafted cases
The view only brings another trail of unread heart scrawls into existence
As you fold yourself into his arms,
believing you fit there.
And
Another that I relate to.
yes! Yes! Yes!
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Ouch
ouch. Very well composed melancholy!
nice!
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank you kindly. I have since
Thank you kindly. I have since revised this poem due to the level of response as I belive the poem should fit it's critisms comfortabl, and thus, I wrote it into a more comfortable position to accept the praise. Thanks again.
dude your eloquence is astounding
there is sometihng so.. sentimental to your writing. i get a sense of nostalgia from reading it
Thank you kindly. May your
Thank you kindly. May your minds Ben always be blessed with inspiration.
Wow!
Simply wowed! Where have u been? Good to see the quill dripping ink - Stella
Bemoaning my unfortunate love
Bemoaning my unfortunate love conspiracy whilst maintaining an existence of some vague description dear Lady A. Thank you for your uplifting support of my haphazard writings my esteemed poet friend.