Writing in the works

Archives of both new and old poetry. My best and worst put out there for the masses

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Updated from previously

A smile reminding me to breathe
Discreetly amazing
Such a pain
With a smell like a summer’s rose
And a taste sweet like autumn’s rain
It may not be meant to
You may not believe
But you left me with an impression
Impossible to conceive

I’m afraid of heights
And I’ll never quite grasp physics
Like the feeling when I touched your hand
An inexact science
Meant for those far greater than myself
Left in a mere mortal’s lap

Time is so tricky
When it blinks it’s eye
We may not speak
It could turn its head
And then my word’s might not reach you
You’ll have to let me know
So I can adjust my lips
Accordingly

This life is brand new
There is little I can define
Thank you for outlining beauty
Your picture hold’s that sign

And it might not be meant to be
I might never understand
This science can be unpredictable
Like the revolutions of the sun
Bouncing along an infinite galaxy
I’ll try my best though
To have answers for this universe
Let me close my eyes
And hold your hand

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