Love

Love is a rhyme, a countless dream
a waited laughter, a taunting scream.
A smile that glares, a smile that has thought
Love and sadness unknown the forgot.
Sitting there lonely and cold
a way of my smile will be careless to mold.
Shareing and gleaming the lights dim down grey
Youre hair is so bright, but i stroke as i may.

Youre touch leaves me breathless, and leaves my bones shaken down deep,
its you i will keep, its you i will keep.
Youre eyes are like sunshine, so bright and full of fun
somtimes i get so in love that i feel almost done.
a runaway storm, a long drive home.
This moan of sadness, this love i long.
i have waited to many years to let you stay here longer with me,
its all of these loves that my heart shaped into me.
Bare and lonely i scream in my self, 
the mirror of who iam the book on the shelf.
Iam empty and cold and am sick without you
That feeling inside that creats me, and sticks me like glue.
I can not live another wakeing molment with this sight that i have once loved.
This feeling i let go, a million cry's high above.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Falotico Avatar
August 11, 2010 at 3:51 PM
Very beautiful piece you have given us here.. Nice flow and feelings....You have SOUP Mail from Me...always Michael
Purcell Avatar
June 6, 2010 at 9:42 AM
wow... amazing.
Spence Sr Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 6:36 AM
This is excellent. I like the consistency of the theme in this poem and how it flows. Love could be very mystical at times and mysterious in the opposite sense from being lovely. Great job! Joseph
Ortiz Avatar
May 28, 2010 at 2:58 PM
Hey is funny, no one believes their own creations are good enough, i dont believe mines is better than yours, so we have something to share there, i like how you mixed it up, just keep writing and show off your skills, im more a short story writter, so that for me is from the worst i've ever spend time on, keep in touch now...
Ortiz Avatar
May 28, 2010 at 2:29 PM
(Calling From Above) Is a kind that makes a meaning for every different mind, a kind that loose itself on wind, hahaha, is fun, good job there, ill be waiting for a next post! Take care now...
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