The last time we worked with magnetic poetry I really enjoyed it so I thought that I would give it another go.
Prisoner
let the steel rot away
your words too slow
yet form like liquid poetry
your lips create a sacred pool
so warm are your words
keep sailing on into the night
rob me of sanity
my breath is gone
you took my breath away
~
three makes two
when you take the one away
don't try to make sense of it
it's not something you can
control
lose control
let two become one
don't worry
i'll be here
like i've always been
holding your hand
just being there
now it's your turn
come find me
1 comment:
That second piece especially is really beautiful.
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