I don't mind the silver threads in your hair
Moonbeams that cast themselves upon your temples
Your eyes still hold the same fire
How they pierce me, surprise me so
With their unwavering strength
Granted, you might be losing your youth
As am I
Yet our midnight romps are those of children
Secret romances that grow within our darker sides
Tainted with the wispy rosebuds of lost innocence
Sing to me with your hands
Provoke each note that my body can produce
And savor them with your artist's mouth
I am your guitar, play me softly
Your instrument of twisted solitude
I've always been a slave to the flesh
And yours I've devoured again and again
Sweet honey that drips from your lips
Demonstrating, teaching
That I am no longer just seven-teen
I'll be leaving you soon
And though it will burn my tongue to whisper the final goodbye
I've always known it would end this way
Tomorrow I will be gone, and here you will remain
A secret, mine to keep
Renassaince man, incognito
Musician of my heart's song.....
Thank you
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Written June 4th, 2006
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WOW I miss you soo soo much!! I wish that I had a class with you since I never ever see you at school anymore! Well you should give me a call when you are not doing anything and when you are not grounded! Oh and by the way I like the poem!! Love Ya, Brittany
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Your Metaphors Make Me Jealous
Agreed!!! ^^^ with bluejeanbaby87, that is to say. Powerful, emotional and very, VERY beautiful. I loved the metaphors. They were perfect, and I would write out the parts I love, however, you'd end up reading your whole effing piece over again! Besides, I like how you ended up with the bittersweet leaving. thus pulling this out of the boring old romance pieces. May I say I'm very jealous? Because I am. -
beautiful
This is such a beautiful write.It is very powerful and emotional.Your poem has a great flow, and you use great imagery. The concept behind it is wonderful.keep up the great work , and thanks for posting.~bluejeanbaby87~ -
Good job!
Wow, this is great. I love the descriptive use of metaphors describing aging. This is a beautiful love sonnet to someone who obviously touched your heart, good job! Robin


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