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I heard a song bird sing he sang and sang your very name he told me who and what you are he shocked with details of where you were i think i know you shape and form the church bell rings the tune and twang i picture you running through a country field you smell the rose and shout my being you stalk me though around every corner the quiet cafe or the bench in the park and of course the busy streets after dark you chase and chase without delay my god i say stay away from me i'll lose my soul in the pleasures that be i long for you but stop myself short chase me though because that is the start |
i agree about the puncuation. otherwise i like the little journey the poem takes you on. deeper meaning behind it is a cool bonus. woo| Posted on 2007-02-08 00:00:00 | by lark | [ Reply to This ] | I like this poem... I think we've all felt this way. It's like we're drawn to something that is no good, but we can't seem to keep ourselves away. The only suggestion I have is to maybe incorporate some punctuation into the poem to help with the structure and flow. God bless! | | Posted on 2007-02-08 00:00:00 | by black_beauty18 | [ Reply to This ] | |