Walking away
Like the gaze of Mona Lisa
You gave me an unwavering replica
Of all your thought
For me to swallow and sought
Like the wrath of a lioness
I battle through this brokenness
But I quiver at the loneliness
I’ll conceal, without you my precious.
I’ll still miss you
I’ll still need you
I’ll still be there
For you I swear
You gave me an unwavering replica
Of all your thought
For me to swallow and sought
Like the wrath of a lioness
I battle through this brokenness
But I quiver at the loneliness
I’ll conceal, without you my precious.
I’ll still miss you
I’ll still need you
I’ll still be there
For you I swear
posted by pink dolphin at
7:00 pm
4 Comments:
Lucky girl/guy(heehee..), whoever that is. Anyway, hope you're all right. God bless Always!
Keena,
It doesn't always have to be about somebody....
i was about to say that you need a life, but on second thought, you should just compile those poems and publish it one day!
that's a good idea. i used to write poems but ages ago, and compiled them in 2 notebooks. it feels good going overthem again whilst trying to remember what happened then when they were inspired. kinda sad i can't seem to have them flow through the ends of fingers anymore.
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