There is something I must confess,
of which I often must suppress;
of vows of hopes of dreams of love
of promises of silver doves.
But fearful of your health and mind,
I'm forced to leave these things behind;
For above all else I care for you
With all I am and all I do.
Your very presence stirs a grin,
and fumbling creatures deep within,
the spinning wheels and butterflies,
involuntary fluttered-eyes.
Deep breath, I do apologize
sincerely, I now realize--
Come nearer. Much clearer.
pulls the nickel out of your ear--
See there? Nothing to fear.
Together we'll make it
disappear.
Author notes
SilverInk-Won Gold for Death of Mother Nature
This sounds odd because it's all metaphor and I wanted to make it quirky. If it looks like I was on drugs when I wrote it, then sweet! That's what I was going for. And for the record >.> I don't do drugs.
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It doesn't seem you were on drugs to me this is perfect Thanks for taking the time to enter I wish you the best of luck
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