/begin ramble
there are things we can do in the dark..
travel to the all the right angles and defy the prism..
spread the wings and praise the mists of the morn..
headphones and earth tones sky clad to the bitter end..
re-live and re-die stack the whys and whens for a closer look..
be mine in plush velvet and midnight..
lock your legs and give me the go light..
we can be victims and don't even have to play fight..
/end ramble
there are things we can do in the dark..
travel to the all the right angles and defy the prism..
spread the wings and praise the mists of the morn..
headphones and earth tones sky clad to the bitter end..
re-live and re-die stack the whys and whens for a closer look..
be mine in plush velvet and midnight..
lock your legs and give me the go light..
we can be victims and don't even have to play fight..
/end ramble
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you have that wonderful way of making everyone think that the poem was written just for them. i'm guilty of thinkin that here
mandy
ps i think to be a really good poem writer you do need to be able to let the reader think it is for them. kinda like when a singer sings a song to the audience each person thinks they are singing just to them. now im rambling! so nice to see a journal entrie from you.
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