It was your eyes that I noticed first,
Something in the vast blue ocean contained,
In such a fragile iris,
It was a few lines of text that started it all,
Started this knocking, started this opening,
Started me wondering how your body can contain you,
And how I do not fall apart at your words,
How so many great things can come from one conversation,
How many more can come from the ones well have,
And how I strive to make you smile just to see it,
I will be your little poet girl if youll be my stability,
I will be your lover if youll have me,
I will support you if youll bare my soul,
And I will be your friend if you will just hold my hand,
Its your turn.















Comments
let the good times roll....
...roll on to Saturday night
Thank you. Ghbatt was right, you are truly a poet in your own right.
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Sometimes you must try;
Sometimes you just die;
But sometimes you gotta die trying!
VINCERE VER MORDI!
Victory or death!!
(Even if I must die trying, I will still prevail.)
The Wind rages yet!
Wonderful job!
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The latest in thank you pics: [link]
My avie was made by ~liriophin - Thank you soooooo much!
Thanks again.
Thank you so much for reading my work. Like, it really means so much for me that you would take time out of your day to leave your comments. I'll definitely be checking out your gallery.
Thanks again.
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