Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
Thanks for the comments guys.
Wrote this a day or two or three ago.
I know I can be complex,
I don't know myself in these times of stress,
but sugar, I'm tryin',
if I said otherwise, I'd be lyin'.
And sweetie, you call me a fool,
but I assure you, I'm no tool,
and do I need a reason to help my friends?
I'll always give them my hand to lend.
And we had good times, didn't we?
I know things can't be the same with you and me,
Everything I said and did were filled with true intentions,
every single bit of my love and affections.
You may never read any of my poems,
let alone care about them,
but I just want you to know,
I still care about you so.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
Something I wrote today.
I always wanted,
to write a love poem,
but I couldn't put together two and two.
And I always had feelings,
that I wanted to express,
but I didn't know what to say or do.
I've thought about it,
and I agree,
my emotions have never been more true.
And still I see you,
day to day,
but I don't know how to leave you a clue.
I can live without it,
I know I can,
but it truly is hard to resist.
And I could go on,
living and keeping to myself,
but your face is something I'd miss.
We will talk shortly,
and I will leave you smiles,
that is something I must insist.
But we are still young,
and life will go on,
and that is the truth I must dismiss.
Gender: Female Location: Some where in the Poison Ivy
aw that so sweet, selphie, and yes happier poems are harder to write, I guess because we all to easily dismiss the better times in our lifes to embrass the bigger and more demaning issues.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Land of Bernie Sanders
Thanks for the comments guys.
Here's a little something I wrote last night, it's been a while.
We may no longer be in love,
but this is something I'm above.
I am so glad we did not end,
for I would have lost a great friend.
You truly enchant me, if not more,
than yesterday, and the day before.
I will always be one to listen,
when your eyes are dry or may glisten.
And when asked, I will give you advice,
and never feel bothered, or think twice.
I will care for you through anything,
and want to say thanks for everything.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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Jan 23rd, 2008 03:56 AM
*waves*
