One and only lover
Never will I find another
Stares linger throughout supper
Always so gentle and tender
Lay with me forever
Your kisses I savor
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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Poetry is love, life, fashion,art,reality, actuality, passion, desire, politics, anger and all that the world offers. Poetry is a feeling, a hope, a dream, a manifestation of our life's journey. I hope this blog will be inspirational and unique and appeal to all young and old. (ALL IMAGES AND POEMS IN THIS BLOG ARE COPYRIGHTED)
A Poem, From Bag's Friend
ReplyDeleteIt is time to cash in my chips
What is there left for living
It is all dead
The life in me is all dead
The daylight is my prison
It surrounds me in the sunken light
Dreams crushed and hopes hung out to dry
What is left?
I would rather be in night, my sweet night
Alone in my night a wistful lover
where I can fly away in my dreams and be free
Alone and free
I can't take the life anymore
I live for the night
The night is my sweet death
And I am buried in darkness
B? Nooooo, beautiful poem but noooooooooo. I forbid you from having such thoughts, i much prefer your lurid thoughts...heyyyy!!!!!!!! LOL
ReplyDeleteTrying to see the humor in this situation. We shall talk later!