Deep Poetry for Tuesday, June 7, 2011

All I talked about was you The months before you were home Not a call or a text, but on facebook I find out your home like everyone else She got the surprise A hug she could not even give I’d given you hugs and kisses And said I’m so proud and cry I know you never meant to hurt me But that night I cried like a baby A mother needs to know she’s loved Just like a son needs to be proud of I wanted to know when you’d be home So I could arrange some time to spend You could not give me that Yet it was... Sign in to see full entry.

Oh what a joy!! It is rippled enough to be entered; But are you matured enough to taste my love?! For the closed doors of love are now opened. You always want it closed so take care of it, I always want it opened so take care of me; For a sweet song is a sweet song! And like the Wingless Angels around my love. Oh what a joy!! A nice kiss is a nice kiss, And a nice look is a nice look! But i have the Weingless Angels around me, And like a beautiful lady and a handsome man. Sign in to see full entry.