Memory is fading,
just able to catch a glimpse of the shading.
Your tender touch on my skin,
your voice speaking of lust and of sin.
Ghost-like touches and a voice in my mind,
this it was and much more of that kind.
No one would ever believe me,
no one would ever see.
You are nothing than a glimpse of memory for me.
A lie it is, now I can see.
You are much more than this,
it was much more than just a simple kiss.
Our souls became one, our hearts they belong.
Through the mist of fate I can hear your enchanting song.
I follow its path through the darkness and light,
only the Goddess above knows what might.
just able to catch a glimpse of the shading.
Your tender touch on my skin,
your voice speaking of lust and of sin.
Ghost-like touches and a voice in my mind,
this it was and much more of that kind.
No one would ever believe me,
no one would ever see.
You are nothing than a glimpse of memory for me.
A lie it is, now I can see.
You are much more than this,
it was much more than just a simple kiss.
Our souls became one, our hearts they belong.
Through the mist of fate I can hear your enchanting song.
I follow its path through the darkness and light,
only the Goddess above knows what might.
I know this sucks ... it is really not one of my bests. Nonetheless I wanted to share it with you - comment if you want.
I am aware that it sucks!
3 comments:
Why do you think it sucks? Some people would be proud to write a poem like this.
Because it feels unfinished somehow ... and hmm... I don't know.
Geez, Jules - where the heck is your blog!?
Oh sorry I've changed the URL! Now it's www.j-brooklyn.blogspot.com
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