Open Poetry #1 |
the feeling of reality |
melissa19 New Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 1baltimore |
I dreamed of you last night... you, with your warm smile and soft touch. But when I dream of you, sometimes... your not there, like something not meant to be seen, like evil under the stairs. I now it's you, your smile, your touch and that smell of you I love so much. And in my dream, your here to stay you hold me, and tell me to never go away. You show me love, you let it be known, you seem happy and content, like a parent watching there child be full grown. You play with my hair, and you look at me only the way you could, your misunderstood. All a dream, that's what this is. You pray for emotions you don't want to give. Now with the sky above me, and my spirit to help me grow, I suppose it's time I let you know, I love you, Not to litte, And not to much, it grows and feeds on your touch. You chose to live alone, or at least without me, It's a choice I feel I do not have, without you don;t know where i would be. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome! There are some good phrases here, but a small word of advice, check your spelling before you submit. I look forward to reading more from you. |
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