For lovers only
Drifting, cuddling and hurting,
Pillows of a thousand definition was made my rest
Leaving my hands across my heart
As a solemnization of transient.
Bored and fed with thought,
The soul I found forever
Waiting with an open arms in tears
That symbolised much to me
As long as our promises stood firm,
And was made behind the clouds.
Wishes of reflection I made,
Seeking reality out of it,
My kneels on the soil of forgiveness
For her to come back home
And let's make today forever.
Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 19:48
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DAYS OF LOVERS
Seduction and delectable the arms I felt,Drifting, cuddling and hurting,
Pillows of a thousand definition was made my rest
Leaving my hands across my heart
As a solemnization of transient.
Bored and fed with thought,
The soul I found forever
Waiting with an open arms in tears
That symbolised much to me
As long as our promises stood firm,
And was made behind the clouds.
Wishes of reflection I made,
Seeking reality out of it,
My kneels on the soil of forgiveness
For her to come back home
And let's make today forever.
Poetry by Owen
Read 511 times
Written on 2006-11-09 at 19:48
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