Skin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
OH NO! I LIKE SOMEONE!
I like it a lot. Your style is distinctive and your use of "bigger" words made a very nice read! Well done my friend
This was well written and flowed nicely. I also liked your use of the word tis. Well done!
This is how I am always trying to get my poetry to turn out; I always find a kink in the rhythm! How do you do it?
aww this is so sad
this is honestly amazing!most people write poems like of a girl that doesnt feel the same way as the other person.but what you wrote just took my heart in captivity and i could hear and feel the voice and the heart of the person.i just felt each word.not just the desire of the person but that she doesnt feel the same.you have an extreme talent!
Wow thank you very much! That's the first I've heard such a compliment ever, thank you very much
Awesome! I found a lot of myself on it...