my knees
are scarred and scraped
they've suffered from falls from
bicycles and trips down the stairs
war wounds
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my knees
are scarred and scraped
they've suffered from falls from
bicycles and trips down the stairs
war wounds
war wounds
do not truly heal
they scab over and fade
but remain with us forever
till death
till death
for now let's part
sometimes I beg for you
thank goodness you know how I jest
ha ha
Ha ha,
the laughing light
bulb scoffs and having scoffed
moves on. What will amuse her next?
we ask
ha ha....Prince, you have put a smile on my face, at bedtime no less! ;) Pretty tricky.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
we ask
only for truth
we wish only to reach
out and comfort those who cannot
feel peace
feel peace
upon your back
as you lie there sleeping
no pea, bean or lentil in your
mattress
mattress,
magic carpet,
where will we go tonight?
wake me in my dreams, let me feel
that life
that life
goes on is fact
hidden reefs, unseen foes--
steer the course, furl the sail, ho, mates!
sail on!
sail on
into the winds
of tomorrow....set your
prow for distant places where hope
grows yet.
grows yet
another rose,
and waits for you - will last
through all the winter snows, forget
the past
the past
fades soft away
drifting behind the day's
remembrances of time spent in
your arms
your arms
the ones I feel
through your poetic words
beckon me to speak out and love
my heart
my heart
beats on with or
without you, so carry
your li'l self away from here and
get lost
(that wasn't meant to be personal, Amp.... LOL!)
Get lost?
Who me? Sorry.
I did not mean any harm.
Tongues can often dig one's grave--
sigh Bye...