Friday, February 22, 2008

This...this...

A symphony of whispers
in my ears
That press against my cheeks
soft as snow
Lightly falling kisses
tangled in my 'lashes
sweet little reminders
like pink post-its on my face
as you play
guitar
on my fingers
strumming each beat
in time with my heart
hiding messages
so subliminal
in your words
in my bag

you've got a whole other world
sitting in your eyes
thanks for letting me in.

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The Poet

I am not currently a published, nor a famous, poet, but I hope that maybe that could change. These are all my own poems, so please feel free to compliment, criticize, or simply comment on them. I would greatly appreciate it. Spread the word, too, if you like them enough!

And if you even want to request a poem by me, I'm your personal poet.