It’s the gentle breeze that drifts on past,
It’s the oceans roar, fluid and vast,
It’s like a subliminal subtle shade,
It’s like the glint from a polished blade,
It feels like the tickle of a feather,
It feels like the downpour of winter weather,
It’s a word on the tip of my tongue,
It’s a song so beautifully sung,
And I would craft it just for you,
If I only knew how to.
Author notes
I wrote this today to give to someone, then ended up throwing it in the bin instead, "love/lust" can really suck at times.
Written April 14th, 2006
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once again my friend, u let me into your soul, u have a very special gift, it's gleaming at us, were blinded by your inner thoughts, leaves me waiting for what u will write next, xx
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Hey Alyssa, thanks for the really encouraging comments. It was really the sort of thing I wanted to see today. And I love that phrase "It's Better to be pissed off THAN PISSED ON!", great stuff and so true.
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Hey this is really good. It's an awesome poem & you did a great job on this. Never stop writing, because you are a great poet. I hope to read some more of your work & I will definatly applaud and comment on it. You did a very good job on this. Thanks for posting. Hope you keep doing what you do.
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~!~Alyssa~!~
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