Write
me a love letter
And
I’ll write one for you
My
will eager soars for a chance with romance
To
the point of foolish rhymes
My
tender dizzy aspirations climb
I
sigh
For
moments to meet words with a flurry of blush
Deepened
with a natural flush
Of
blood pounded out by fevered heart
I can
feel your nearness and our possibility
I
will make you melt with thoughts of me
I’m
Itching
Fingers twitching
My
lips bite themselves thinking, guessing, wanting
Wondering
Will you hold me
All night long?
Will
the way you speak my name make me believe in God?
Whispering
I’m waiting
Small
slips of my soul reaching
Feeling
a sort of empty
That
doesn’t cut too deep
Because,
I swear
When I close my eyes and think of
you
I taste heaven.
Happy Wednesday erryone! Haven't posted in a few days so I thought I would.
This poem is really unlike most things I write since it doesn't end in dark and doom. Normally I think this kind of writing is tacky and teenager love crap, but I'm going to share it with you anyway to show that I like to try new things sometimes. It's so easy to convey angst, it's so easy to write when you're angry because it's so concrete. You can boil in anger if you're not careful, and write pages upon pages about it as it festers. But writing when you're happy and not make it sound like you're from Kansas (you know, because corn?), is hard. Granted, everyone has felt that irrational (maybe rational) feeling of love (or lust) in their life and can understand such writings, but that doesn't make them any less nauseating. I hope this poem didn't make you feel sick....
In hind sight, here are some religious motifs in it, not sure if on purpose or not, nor if they are intended to be blasphemous or apprehensive about love and stuff but... Please critique if you'd like or give me an opinion, I like hearing other people's views, and I hope that y'all have a great rest of the week! Godspeed. ~Sarah
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