Fast thoughts,
rushed lust,
meaningles words,
that is spread within the room,
lost world,
and so i learned,
sad song,
is not love,
is the hunters finder,
the fit right in as writer,
less things,
few links,
and so i abidance,
poor touch,
as my hands are numb,
my heart beat rapidly,
as that is the name of the song,
his seeks is vague,
for his excuse is so lame,
little does he knows
i am the queen of love
that gain just about anyone trust,
she is never pleased
is personal, yes! she is mean,
for there is expectation that he needs to meet,
little steps,
and a gap of space,
distance is safe,
but many crucial thoughts,
is clearly,
you hurt,
pick a theme,
all the words
of so called love
down the drain,
nothing more,
nothing less,
for i take little steps,
acknowledging few mistakes,
is a sign,
is the verdict,
and is all true,
i stand strong,
as your eagle shadow stay,
shadow is the only things left
for your pathetic reason why she left,
a man of trust,
confidence flunk,
it is you the problem love,
because i am the queen of love,
that gain anyone trust!!!
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteI like your style...the thoughts seem to cascade like a waterfall...it's effective.
ReplyDeleteYou should check out http://dversepoets.com/...they post writing prompts and open link nights where you can share your work...ONE::
thsnks love... mywritting consist of how i feel.
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