Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

I Don'T Speak

Ann is putting out clothes
Taking robe from the closet
Ann is gifting my hopes
We will find place that’s cosy.
Ann is flirting again
She has undying passion
I am jealous, but pain
Won’t release my aggression.
I would kiss her and I
Throw in feet any treasure,
But I’m poor I won’t try
I am scared of her pressure.
And my shoulders accept
Sky for her does she want it?
Candles cry, nothing’s left
I don’t speak that you’re wanted.

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David Smith September 19, 2016 at 4:39 PM Hope is still there to give and receive. Joy though hard to find is worth looking for. Sometimes those with humble hearts forget the good deeds they have done and belittle their own achievements. Bravery also appears in many forms including putting your words out for others to see. Keep writing and keep the candle burning. Also keep commenting on others work. Your opinion and perspective is unique. Best regards David in NZ Serge Lyrewing September 19, 2016 at 4:53 PM Ok, David, I'll try.)