eyes dialate
when you walk in
and out and over me
onto you
i move with soft
step caressing
the pavement
letting the rumors murmor
up and down the halls of
your heart
id scream it all
if i could
but my lungs couldnt hold enough air
unlike my head
when im with you
or without
hold onto the strings
and pull them tightly
harder as i walk away
naked in a field
bare to the world
a soul full of sorrow
youcould erase it
give me a hand
in letting go and letting loose
hair down blowin in the breeze
as we drive down a deserted highway
i wanna get lost with you
its awful i know....i hardly ever share the poetry i write....hmm maybe thats why i should stick to art....and leave the writing for the professionals...
today was long...my back is aching from being on my feet all day....but hey its a paycheck....and an excuse to see jason for a little while...we're going to the museum on saturday...saturday feels like its light years away....
i get kinda of nervous sometimes when i write about him.....because im afraid that once i write it all down ill wake up and realize that this isnt reality...that it was just a dream.....because this feels too good to be true....::crosses fingers and thinks to herself..."please dont ever wake up"::......
when you walk in
and out and over me
onto you
i move with soft
step caressing
the pavement
letting the rumors murmor
up and down the halls of
your heart
id scream it all
if i could
but my lungs couldnt hold enough air
unlike my head
when im with you
or without
hold onto the strings
and pull them tightly
harder as i walk away
naked in a field
bare to the world
a soul full of sorrow
youcould erase it
give me a hand
in letting go and letting loose
hair down blowin in the breeze
as we drive down a deserted highway
i wanna get lost with you
its awful i know....i hardly ever share the poetry i write....hmm maybe thats why i should stick to art....and leave the writing for the professionals...
today was long...my back is aching from being on my feet all day....but hey its a paycheck....and an excuse to see jason for a little while...we're going to the museum on saturday...saturday feels like its light years away....
i get kinda of nervous sometimes when i write about him.....because im afraid that once i write it all down ill wake up and realize that this isnt reality...that it was just a dream.....because this feels too good to be true....::crosses fingers and thinks to herself..."please dont ever wake up"::......
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xoxo csilla
Please keep writing! Your poem is NOT awful!!! It's very good!
Thanks for sharing your poem!