Friday, 23 January 2015

some poems

120727

If it means I get to keep you
I will give you this kiss
but know this, my sweet:
it will be furious in heat,
yet so cold you will shiver.
It will capture your heart
and you can never get it back.
Is this what you really want?


120723

A Shadow passes outside my window
So silent, so slow
I do not know this shadow,
neither want I to know
He is waiting in the Dark
for something, I don't know what
I can not see his grinning face
but his mean soul
pierces mine

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