He comes to spark my muse
digging all my vulnerable heart out of its golden mold
I'd kept it hidden,but he stole it anyway
it's in his hands to hold
another time, another story to be told.
He would kiss me if he could
lips would meet, hearts would soar,
but he'll just keep watching,
tucked away safely from afar....
i must wonder, wish upon my shining star
if this old spell could be broken
by his words so sweetly spoken
poems spoken in the night ,ever so far
as effervescent and charming as he is,
Im just biding my time with this
Koko knows to much
Like much.
KS
:)
Knows ...who knows.
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koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Love it!! just fabulous. I
Love it!! just fabulous. I love your works so much. :)
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Love
you HW!
you make me smile!
thank you.
i felt like I'm slipping.
i wrote this with a wistful moment of a blue feeling.
yep me too sometimes.
hugs, Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words