A Demonic Demon In Democracy
I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011.…Phreepoetry
THIS IS WHAT I CALL ;POETRY INVENTED BY A VERY SAD POET
AND THE FORM IS "HYROGLIPHICS"
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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