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Post by church on Aug 3, 2006 16:53:18 GMT
Slightly happier poem about love and stuff, for cez. hopefuly it's lighter then again... Ever yours My darling, true freedom is an elusion for I am ever yours Emotions and freedom I sacrifice Composure and control I have vowed till death to keep. Forsaking love hope and happiness for you, for your life, hope and love, But most of all your freedom from the shackles of my love and me. The mask I wear protects what we have But forsakes hope, hope of more. The sands of time fall fast and frequent. With his face cracked worn face he mocks me from the mirror “coward”, “liar” and “lover”. In the coffee shop, across a table. I can’t meet your eyes for fear, fear of finding what I know is already felt by me: love not friendship. Passers buy crashing by; my eyes run with them searching. Searching for the lost courage and daring of heroes. Seeking hope, relief and peace. My body crying out, screaming, begging. For it’s sun, for you. Ravenous for your presence I steel time, plug the hole in the glass. Sand slips through my fingertips burying me. Crushing me with your love as a friend. My darling true freedom is an elusion for I am ever yours
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Post by church on Aug 5, 2006 21:18:44 GMT
grr does anybody even read this? ?
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Post by Ceri on Aug 21, 2006 9:13:44 GMT
Nice one I like it
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Post by Spawn on Aug 21, 2006 13:59:03 GMT
Twas good, you have a real knack for this poetry stuff.
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Post by church on Aug 29, 2006 16:55:41 GMT
i go so far to get people to comment on this poem i delete the other one hogging all the credit and people only post in the week i'm away!!
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Post by Ceri on Aug 30, 2006 9:33:20 GMT
Awww sorry, Patches. I'll remember to post anything I have to say on your poems as soon as I read them! ^^ As I say, I liked this one as well
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Post by church on Aug 30, 2006 11:06:14 GMT
nah i was just sayin it's a bit ironic
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