While my heart rests in your locket,
My soul becomes weary.
You sway me into your pocket,
and my body moarns every day.
But what can we do, so far away?
My love can only go astray
waiting for you to stay,
waiting to never mind they.
My body is still tired,
but I do still desire
to rest upon your arms
and to notice your charms.
But time will only tell
when we next encounter.
Like a bird trapped in a cell
My soul will be covered...
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
PoetryRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
