Her feet are dazzling upon the floor that I now envy such. In quickness, movement coordinates art in a course that says so much. Along a pattern insipred by love, she jerks to form the way that draws a picture displaying truly what life could be someday. Feeling taken by cupids touch, I try to immitate chance. Wanting only to create true love, I try to truly dance.
Jeremy, I like this poem. I get the impression that it can be perceived on many levels. That type of poem is usually the best kind. Nice work.
"The worst of what people do to one another is deceive. Because when you love someone you control their version of reality. If you lie to them that's like making them autistic so that what they believe is reality is in fact, not their true situation at all."
It's not the angry words that break the heart, it's the silence.
Someone said that true love is like a ghost -- often spoke of but never seen. I've seen both and yet in my darkest hours, tend to believe that neither exits.
North of Hell
Hey jeremy I honestly loved this poem...no surprise, I love everything u write. The more I read your work, the more I get the feeling that you have a very unique and insightful way of looking at practically everything in life - you'll go far with that kind of perspective my friend. Much love Kandi
~*All that I have found in reason is reason just to not believe *~
~*Things you see the way you see them will never be seen again*~
Morris, Il USA