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Fingers entwined as you lay in bed
Lining your dreams with the things they said,
Painting a picture so bright and blue.
Painting it all just for you.
Sighing near your ear, whilst settling unto your shoulder,
Curling into you as the world gets colder.
Perfumed air escaping a sinking pillow,
Gaining you a familiarity, while you save some for tomorrow.
Mundane afternoons of many kinds,
And thinking about things twice two many times.
A hopeless romance plays on your mind.
A hopeless romance of the simplest kind.
Lining your dreams with the things they said,
Painting a picture so bright and blue.
Painting it all just for you.
Sighing near your ear, whilst settling unto your shoulder,
Curling into you as the world gets colder.
Perfumed air escaping a sinking pillow,
Gaining you a familiarity, while you save some for tomorrow.
Mundane afternoons of many kinds,
And thinking about things twice two many times.
A hopeless romance plays on your mind.
A hopeless romance of the simplest kind.
posted by bluerebel at 12:25 PM
5 Comments:
*sigh* Now why can't I write pomes like these :( ?
Beautiful as always, this one :)
hello there, mr beautiful poet you.
that was utterly beautiful.
thank you for the support on the whole college issue. x
A passion play......
cheers
z
each image is wonderfully expressed.
Beautiful...
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