Bathing in the moonlight,
in a field beneath the sky,
lying in your arms,
the world seems to sigh.
I love the way you kiss me,
with a passion that's always fresh,
your lips upon my own,
and the tender feel of your flesh.
But when I wake from dreaming,
and find myself alone in my bed,
I'm realize these are false memories,
and so waking is what I've come to dread.
A contest entry
- Quicky!! by HystericalHeart.
400 points, ended May 30, 9 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like it! It doesn't... flow, though. But the meaning is fantastic!
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I love the poem and i really loved the last stanza it is really powerful and is an amazing closure. Really well written
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Very interesting. The simple ryhming was fun, and good. o.o Teehee. Though.. It seems to sound gentle.. But using the flesh threw it off. Haha, but it made me laugh. Good. Thank you! ^-^
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