poemranker ::Micheal by Dreammaker1024

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Free verse № 125815

Micheal

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 May 2005 · 1 comment

Hes a turn of my hearts feelings, from happiness to pure detestation. My mind can never be made up, when it comes to him. His kiss is a moment of pure bliss,that seems to span out like the rays of the sun upon my soul, warms me to the deepest, coldest part of my being. I try so hard to be myself with him, to speak my mind about how I feel, but I'm too afraid of what he'll say in return. Hes the only one in this world that holds power over my body, mind, and soul, that can make me forget myself with a single glance. Its not like I'm not strong willed, but theres this presence about him that has me craving to be with him for all time. And at times, I come to a point where I feel as if I love him so much that I'm in pain, and when that happens I know its true, I was meant for him.

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[1] deleted user 30-May-05/7:49 AM Reply
Another female puppy, lapping at her master...
As an attempt to write a whole new sort of poetry, this fails, to say it polite. It's an excerpt from a schoolgirl's diary and nothing more. The only poetic detail I could find was 'kiss/bliss'. Sopping in your panties can be a state of bliss, yes, but it's hardly a poetic one.