I love him.
I love him.
Hanging by a whim,
Wondering if this is god forsaken love,
Or if its just hidden beneath blood stained doves.
Maybe after shifting through broken wings,
We will find the beautiful springs.
But with each tear,
I'm loosing some air.
Or maybe it's just you,
Making me a little blue.
Under the weather of passion,
Just a little more fashioned.
But with you,
I'm just a step away from bliss.
Just from an old fashion kiss,
We have had no chance of a miss.
Maybe I'm mistaken,
Or just awakened.
By your morning lips,
My heart in an eclipse.
+++by anna miller
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
