| She Holds The Key | |
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RSG 04:14 pm UTC 11/03/08 |
| In reply to: | re: The Last Stop - RSG 04:11 pm UTC 11/03/08 |
| I told a pretty girl I would write her a poem Her eyes lit up the dark world I used to call my own I yearn to hold her flame into her candle I am thrown As we speak thru each other (I ponder) If instincts allow her our bodies we could smother I'm not asking her to be my lover Only letting her know these feelings I am under I stare toward her with sinful wonder When in her presence all is fallen into relevance To my astonished surprise lightning flashes twice Inside of her eyes, Swept aside from naked thighs and some more I wonder In glimpses I would see flashes of possibility This is all it will ever be through this life collapsing into eternity | |
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