My Hand desires the touch of her soft hair
My Laugh Lingers to Laugh the tone of her lips
My Arm Longs to rest in its home above the fields and beyond the corn
And Yet The shriveling leaves of time, stop me from the wanting and desire
Someday ,Someday I may I may
Meet the love of my life only time will tell
Until then... life is but oh so bare
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Eh Not so great but let me know what you think!!!
-Thomas
Very poetic - I especially like the phrase "shriveling leaves of time" :). I'm a little confused though; in the poem, do you refer to a specific person? Or are you just saying you hope to love someday? (UC1 on her sister's account, BTW)
You're referring to your "cold heart" - there is no love in your life right now, will there ever be? i remember you txting me about this the other day
Yes Its a little bit about a girl and well i guess how its just hard to love
when your so young and yet it has to be awakend
somehow
someway
wow...you sound so melodramatic! i think i know whiich girl it's about. Deck the halls with balls of _______?
NO NO no
Im sooo over her its not even funny
AREGGGG!!G!G!G!G!!
Ger
NO NO!!
l;ihsdf;kjsdhNOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOO
no no no!!!!!!
no NO
Wow. Ok! Not the christmas herb plant herb thing...then. Holly. that's it. that's actually a pretty name.
IM OVER HOLLY THE GIRL
SHE ARG DONT GET ME STARTED
ok. bitter? ok. yes. no more holly talk...herb, girl, or otherwise.
I thought it sounded a little unlike yonder Bunny.
I really loved your poem, too.
Good luck with your love life Thomas!
Line two confused me.
your laugh lingers to laugh the tone of her lips?
but I like it!
it's one of those poems you should bury just past the middle in a thick tome of poetry and then publish it and one day when she finds it she'll-
hannah's infected me. she keeps telling me my life is a hallmark holiday special. who knows, maybe yours is too.
:)
hhaha A hallmark special Thats funny
Idk Maybe im not...Over her
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