Open Poetry #8 |
A Poem For Sean |
jennie may* Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 122 |
it's so warm in here your white sheets and brown eyes and everything I need across the bed you watch me writing poetry for your curious mind beautiful things float through my fingers on the page they fall like angels with a second chance and I love you... it's been so long now white sheets no longer offer warmth there is only solitude thick and infinite and I dream of the nights when you would ask me to write beautiful things when your brown eyes were close enough to feel watching me my only inspiration when you are so far away... |
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Toddles Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 396New Orleans, Louisiana |
What a delicate piece, keep up the good work Jennie! |
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T McCoy Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 186 |
this is so sweet. I hope he still watches, Jennie. Tony |
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