I was suppose to be tough,
no rain has melted my heart,
not even the burning heat
made me undress my thoughts,
`till there was you...
you made my heart liquify
that even I couldn`t take hold of it,
you penetrated my thoughts
and uncovered my mind,
that I discovered what`s inside me.
I was suppose to be isolated,
no song had made me sing,
no rythm had made me dance,
`till there was you...
you`re the song that I sing,
the voice I once lost,
you`re the rythm that lead my feet,
and made me dance with abandon,
now I couldn`t believe what a singer I am,
and what a dancer I become.
I was not suppose to be a poet,
no ode has came out of me,
no one had made me speak in rhymes,
`till there was you...
you`re the lines in my head,
that my being overflows with endless verse,
you`re the very soul,
the very heart of this,
for your mere presence is poetry to me.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Fallen
Posted by emerald_hawthorne at 12:27 AM 0 comments
Labels: inspiration, love, poetry, presence
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