Friday, April 2, 2010


There's someone i long to hold
Only one that makes my head reel
cherry lips and the most adored
But she is so far up the hill
I call her daily as i grow old
She's unmoved maybe she doesn't feel
At sunset she disappears as it turns gold
Leaving me with my illusions unable to reveal

Deep in heart there's an aching void
Many are times it becomes hard to conceal
my beau up there cast in statuely mould
Her steady gaze enough for my soul to heal
She wears a gown finely tailored , adorned
Then turns round giving me a sharp thrill
once i climbed up but downright rolled
As i tried reaching her to make a deal.

(I wrote this in a man's position)


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