03-28-2013, 01:56 AM
Love. You know quite well, I can't comment om your poetry. I am partial.
I love this:
"Though you repel me
I can not resist your call.
Gifting me with sadness and gardenias
you steal my light.
Moving in obscurity,
taking shape, stretching neurons.
I hear you in the night.
Do not join me in my mania,
I will need you when the darkness falls.
Weave your web gently,
tread lightly on my matter.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain"
sigh!
and this here I know so very well:
"I will need you when the darkness falls.
Weave your web gently,
tread lightly on my matter."
It's you.
I love you.
And this is here is for shrinks:
"She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain"
I can't stay formal.
Holding you would serve us more (, than making cute remarks).
Kiss
I love this:
"Though you repel me
I can not resist your call.
Gifting me with sadness and gardenias
you steal my light.
Moving in obscurity,
taking shape, stretching neurons.
I hear you in the night.
Do not join me in my mania,
I will need you when the darkness falls.
Weave your web gently,
tread lightly on my matter.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain"
sigh!
and this here I know so very well:
"I will need you when the darkness falls.
Weave your web gently,
tread lightly on my matter."
It's you.
I love you.
And this is here is for shrinks:
"She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain"
I can't stay formal.
Holding you would serve us more (, than making cute remarks).
Kiss