Its not everyday I get to tell you
how I feel and what I think.
Not everyday I get to look at you and say
words I never thought would be uttered from my lips.
As how the feathers dance silently
in the wind, is how I want you to feel,
everyday of your life as you live it.
I want you to know the feel of those soft
plush petals as they fall gracefully onto your
unbecoming skin.
And laughter is the only this that shall pass
those red roses you own, only tears of joy
shall leak from the glorious orbs of daylight.
And no harm shall befall you as
nothing can touch you when I am around.
But the beauty that passes along your skin,
is nothing to what I have seen
of the you inside.
Of the passion bud that's threatens to burst
with such force as to leave me speechless.
Or of how maybe you will look at me
and I will see your blue puddles turn red with lust
for everything you need.
And the touch you address me with, comes
only from the soul that glows bright
even in the darkest of lights.
Because it's not everyday I get to tell you
I love you.
notallowedtocry
A contest entry
- This Is Me by Jasmine Rayne.
1100 points, ended August 30, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This write holds emotion so intense, I adore it and can relate in a way. Well written and good language use.
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This is such a pretty write. I love it. :]
"I want you to know the feel of those soft
plush petals as they fall gracefully onto your
unbecoming skin."
Beautiful. I love "plush petals". That really speaks to me. Thank you so much for entering.
-Lily♥ -
i like this poem
best of luck
--kat
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