So much confusion comes from silence of the tongue.
It happens when old,
As well as when young.
You think it one way and maybe I, another.
But I do hope we think of each other.
I'd like to know what's on your mind,
And what's in your heart, I hope to find.
For you, my dear, I have to ask;
Clear my mind and soul at last?
Tell me your thoughts,
Tell me your desires,
And your interest in me, I must inquire.
Is there spark?
Is there light?
Tell me, for you, do I delight?
Attracted to my flesh,
But what about my soul?
So many questions and answers untold.
So much more I wish to know.
Darling, if you yearn for me...
Tell me so.
....
This one was written a few years back, but I really liked it and decided to post
Xoxo
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A Diary of Me
PoetryThis book will be gradually filled with a variety of poems. Some may be happy, some may be sad, some may be completely insane. This will be a diary of sorts that will allow me to direct my influx of emotions into something creative and meaningful.
