Strolling down the eve of Spring
It didn't seem so cold
That cotton torqued new's eve
The civil glow had just started to percolate
And it seemed grand to whisk the array awhile
I strolled down that decimally preceding night
The man next to me
(I think he mentioned he was Father Time, not positive though)
Was holding a archaic time catcher,
Hoarding it from my wretched grasps
I kept waving off that beauitful mistress
Oh how she loved to osculate my vulnerable lips
(Yes, for kiss is too personal, she took it with an ill-consent)
Nigh came for that lustful femme to part
I think it was the colors that decieved me
Yes, and afterall it was only towards the eve of Spring
Laureate
Posted at 10:50 pm by LaureateSix
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Name
April 15, 2005 05:32 PM PDT
ahh, good to see you all |
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Arb
April 9, 2005 03:07 AM PDT
Its so nice to see something PURELY BEAUTIFUL, Im so used to my own love of sorrow and mystique...
I also want to thank you for your support - you've always been positive even on my most graphic poems - Thank You. It means more than you know. |
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dilutedspark
April 3, 2005 10:07 PM PDT
"I think it was the colors that decieved me"
that line stole my breath. |
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DearestRose
March 28, 2005 12:26 PM PST
A stolen kiss, from a newborn child. The empty nest, of a heart once broken. Who is to blame? Another enemy, another curse. Who made for you, the call? Triumph over the boundaries, those that are as butterflys. Take for yourself the dream. |
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