Sometimes...
I find myself reliving a memory
of You and Me
The lackadaisical, chill of what used to be
The way your Cool complemented my Funny
and how much we accomplished while doing nothing
It makes me blush when I think of you still reading my poetry
Like I'm undressing, with you watching...unknowingly
I used to wish you were just hiding
behind a nearby tree
As I dance naked, slowly
with my suggestive writing,
Using my pen to entice you back to me.....
Then, I realize maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Whatcha think?
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tres bien
Your poem was tres fantastique. It is beautiful. Keep on chalkin'. -
whispered passion
seeps through that pen of yours... provocative in its power to make a reader such as I feel your words waft through my own recall of passions past. Great presentation -
damn..
this is so so good..like a cup milk chocolate, heated slightly with sweet cream rising just a lil above the lip and that first sweet taste.. yeah like that..
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Lovely poem it reads so magically
of times in the past, and what I assume was your muse.
loved the lines"With my suggestive writing,
using my pen to entice you back to me "
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WOW
THATS WHATS UP! -
I dont know what it is...but this is a really good poem! it makes me smile
i still have no idea what "lackadaisical" means, but haha, its good.
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it is like
playing marbles in the tree...both of u sdown on our knees...
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