Poems from lovelost
Once a wooden dolly lay
Lifeless, yearning but to play
Her hands were sad
Her face worn dead
Her mouth yet painted on to say,
"I wish that...
What am I holding on to?
A Promise?
Promises are water, bringing and sustaining life to all with access.
Once bound, however, they slip...
With heart now open
And course set far
I shouldn't wonder where you are
Upon the roof,
Face towards the sky
With new hope I have yet to try...
Reaching like a rubber band,My hand snaps to my waist.I close my eyes, turning around;Refusing time to waste.
With sweet intimate smiling...
“I didn’t know a simple gift could do all that…” Her thoughts reverberated through deep tunnels in her mind as she studied the smiling...