If you love me, won't u let me know,
Playing a game of rush and roulette with my centerpiece.
This is your last shot, after this I must go..
And what we have will decease.
I'll bury it with honor,
like a fallen soldier.
Though I'll feel dishonored,
each time I cover it with Earth it gets colder.
The winter has never affected me so much,
I just can't seem to dress for this weather.
A soul clutched with each touch,
just to think, last week life was getting better.
So once again I plead, If you love me, let me know,
Or if you love me, let me go....
Hey Mr. Brown,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was gentle, and bittersweet. Here's a expression in which I'm going thru or rather entered.....a tad far off...but it's how I feel :O).
http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2009/02/Cate_Blanchett_01.jpg
The photo above is how my inner rant/expression appears symbolic of my emotions.
"November"
Cloudy skies. Too many squirrels. Colourful leaves falling. Season's change. Like a traffic light. They come and go. At the end of every storm is a rainbow. Now time for a new beginning. November. Hooray hooray and hooray again. Let's move forward. To greater heights and deeper depths. To growing in love and in strength. New surprises. Big smiles. Trying to dot every "i" and every "t". All according to me. The way I see life. Change. All awaits for me in November. All I feeling hopeful. Of course this is just my observations. No guarantee. Pretty close to freedom I know. Still without knowing completely. Let's move forward. XOXO