I Cannot Write Poetry

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I’ve tried to write poetry, but I find it hard to do,
I’d like to say in pretty words, just what I think of you.
And what I would like to say, would be something like this:
You make my heart run wild, with just one little kiss.
When I am holding you close, my heart beats like a drum,
And the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter than the sun.
The tenderness of your lips, is much safer than air,
And there is nothing to match the beauty of your hair.
This love I have for you, I cannot tell of its worth,
Itt means so much to me, it equals nothing on earth.
For the feeling that it brings, I have never felt before,
The pleasure and joy only makes me want you more.
But I cannot write poetry, I find it so hard to do,
So for now I will simply say: I love you.
I’ve tried to write poetry, but I find it hard to do,
I’d like to say in pretty words, just what I think of you.
And what I would like to say, would be something like this:
You make my heart run wild, with just one little kiss.
When I am holding you close, my heart beats like a drum,
And the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter than the sun.
The tenderness of your lips, is much safer than air,
And there is nothing to match the beauty of your hair.
This love I have for you, I cannot tell of its worth,
Itt means so much to me, it equals nothing on earth.
For the feeling that it brings, I have never felt before,
The pleasure and joy only makes me want you more.
But I cannot write poetry, I find it so hard to do,
So for now I will simply say: I love you.
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.