Walk with me
Through the rain...
Please read and rate honestly because this is how...
You may think this is a love poem...
Everything has to be perfect.
Nothing can be wrong...
I'm starting to lose my talent, i can't seem to...
A hug can say
"I'll miss you"...
I’m reaching up high
I want to be on top...
I wish i could say the words
that are on the tip of my tongue...
She wasn't temptation incarnate, nor a deliberate...
The danger wasn't her; it was the place she took...
you thought walls don’t move
but they do...
Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...
Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...