December 2009
2 posts
Nervous
The gap of right and wrong, Is standing before me. The darkness of indecision, As far as I can see. I’m standing on the edge, The edge of all reason. The point of no return, To pass it feels like treason.
Perhaps I should take a step Towards the shark-filled sea. Judge the pain from the pleasure, Feel what it is to be free. The fiends will laugh and jibe, As ought they really should. The...
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The Ghost of Old Love Past
You, whose presence was my cure With exotic scents of flowers’ lure. Like the smell of new spring blooms, Enticing me with your perfumes.
Dainty steps of your small dance, Keeps my eyes in a luring trance. Like the grace of many swans, Slowly slow as new day dawns.
Mere sight of your humble smile, Stops all hurt and ends ev’ry trial. Like a wide bridge - more no less, Traversing...