Your velvet eyes tell me not to goWhen I walked in the rain and pricked my feet
You came by and then I carry on.
In the night I have those dreams that I can live for
Somewhere in my heart, beyond my imagination
It exclaims "come on, come on".
But I used to be afraid to touch the rope.
So I cut it, told you I still wasn't brave enough.
Hastily you reached for my hand: colder, colder.
I shut my eyes. I prayed. Then I let myself go.
This is a very good post! Do you often do poetry?
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Thank you! :]
ReplyDeleteYes I often write poems, haikus specifically.