Just a glimpse of a glimmer on a lonely Summer day
Just a hope of a shimmer that I saw you looking my way
A cold beer in front of the venue
That’s when it happened, that’s when I saw you
Curiosity drove me to your grace
Because you look like Heaven in shades
You look like Heaven in shades
Come close and tell me your name
You look like my paradise
So let me take your hand in mine
Let me show you everything
Because you look like Heaven in shades
Are you hiding from the world
Or just blocking out the sun
Are you sad and lonely, girl
Are you looking for the one
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine
Give me a moment, just a little bit of time
And I’ll take you to a higher place
Because you look like Heaven in shades
You look like Heaven in shades
Come close and tell me your name
You look like my paradise
So let me take your hand in mine
Let me show you everything
Because you look like Heaven in shades
I know that I’m not perfect but I always try my best
To stand out from the crowd, and not be like the rest
I have my flaws, but for you, I’d be willing to change
Because you look like Heaven in shades
You look like Heaven in shades
Oh, tell me your name
You look like Heaven in shades
Let me show you everything
I wonder how you'd look in leather and lace
Because you look
Like
Heaven
In shades
I must of been in hell that day
I missed the Lady in the shades
As the shadows were approaching
KS
Good write
A sight to be missed
If ever a sight there was
There's just something about the beach, an ice cold beer, and a bartender in shades
Thanks for stopping by
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
You always put indelible fingerprints on PP
One reader is always me... Some posts like this one could give most established modetn poets a run for their money. Your rememberance of ladypoets wasalso nice. Keep sharin .. your trying yo br a poet
©bishu
A rhythm
With a beat
A lyric, oh so sweet
Poetry is blood borne, like a pathogen, highly contagious and impossible to stop
And we all bleed ink.
Nice of you to take a gander. Glad you liked
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
What Fun
To look and not act, oh no! THE LADY IN SHADES
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Blistering bright
her eyes are shaded
the woman as warmth
the woman is shaded.
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-A-