Wallowed in the melting snow these cold hard feelings froze my flow swallowed whole; it feels too slow planted in winter, will it ever grow? and it had seemed like the last frost had passed and I know see I swallowed much too fast and it had seemed like our destiny: her sail, my mast I never once thought that it might not last did we forget the rope? did we forget the ship? or am I just on her radar as one more blip? my new goal in life is to feel her lips! and to enter her soul through the touch of our tips! the butterfly no longer flutters below but now in my mind where the questions bestowAndEndlessBarageOfThingsICan'tKnowINeedHerToTellMe; should I hold on o r l e t g o...
when you say that person do you mean her, or me? and thank you, but the poetry forum moves far too fast for me, no one gets the chance to read my stuff there cause too many people post their own stuff. i figured it would be better appreciated here. Should I start my own column in the poetry forum? I have a lot of work i'd really like for other's to read...
