Oh Dear Poet
Yes you may write of long lost love, the pounding in your heart that will not cease, shall not let you be.
But now the pen and the paper shall conspire to be your own worst enemy, you shall know no rest, your mind will now always be distant from those around you, and they shall never understand the deep heated feelings of your words.... more »
Don'T Talk To Me About Love
Once the world was full of joy and summers kiss touched my brow and the evening’s laughter kept me from the sane but madding crowd.
Remember all the happy times and the friends and all that stuff, let me offer you now my deafened ears, don’t talk to me about love.
That night that swooned across that room. Our eyes they kissed and touched, sweet hazy bloom of one so soon, then tip toed through the lust.... more »