Cant Title It
There are these things
These things that I see
Some times creeping up inside of me
Twilight’s fleeting memories
Memories in time
Memories in rhyme
Memories i"ve hidden
When I wanted to be blind
No matter how I try to suppress
Inside broken trying to repress
There’s that moment I reach
Deeply into the mess
Hide a ride a widowed bride
Hide forever together inside
I’m screaming can’t you hear me
I cried
Who is she?
This demon this woman my Bride
Why is it she haunts me so deeply inside
There before the crooked arrow
Cold winds blow
The moment has come
Where is the dawn
Where is the sun
I was there for a moment
I felt the caress
The sweet lovely softness
The taste of her breath
A minute together
In a wicker chair
Kisses soft and sweet
The moments we’d share
Holding hands tightly
I do
Together forever
We two
Why did I think it was a nursery rhyme?
A lifetime is a very long time
There are moments of high and deep dieing lows
But always I have to understand she’s mine
Close the windows
Lock the doors
Making love passionately
On the living room floor
Skip a beat
Clock chimes nine
How come nothing seems
To fall into rhyme
Again I’m looking
But oh can not find
A script that was written
A story that was mine
For two are a couple
And they don’t always rhyme
But in life it isn’t possible
To rhyme all the time
Love is the answer
Love is the rhyme
Love for the moment
Love all the time
She is love she is the rhyme she is the moment and she’s all the time
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment