Your head upon a pillow lay
Throwing all Your love away
wasted cloth upon thy cheek
Just your touch makes it weak
Laying still beneath thy weight
Maybe it was meant by fate
to hold thy self
an eternal shelf
To hold they dreams
Sweeter than it seems
a beating heart does make it blush
The spread can feel Your body rush
Thy heart is open from the light
I hope you hope with me tonight.
Author notes
written to help someone think the way I do.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the imagery. But the meter stumbles a little in lines 7,8 and 9,10. I'm not sure how'd even it out without sounding contrived though..
Generally, very, very good. ^^

