Our blood could run,
as one.
One soul, one life,
Entertwinded in love's devine.
Forever flowing,
unable to stop.
Lovers good they greedly take,
the more partaken, the more yearned for.
Each to run its own course
swift, unstoppable.
Farther by night,
only to double by day
growing ever strong.
You lead in an excusable way
I follow, only seeing your bespecaled-loving eyes.
Eyes glitter as they look over
the razor-thin frames.
Boyhood to manhood,
only barely over the verge.
Sarcastic stares and laughs,
Trade none for change.
That Midsummers Day.
Lazy, calm.
White Chocolate.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You have the makings of a fine poet. This is a very good poem that could be a great poem. The last nine lines are exceptional. Keep going!
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very nice!! i really like this poem very calm and descriptive also very good imagry!
~!~keep writing~!~
~marin~
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