We begin to recite a poem
on the first night of June
The sky filled with stars
but no sign of moon
The heart begins to throb
and pulse becomes fierce
We speak the words with passion
We speak the words with tears
Tears find an eternal refuge
and the pulse quickly fails
She hits the notes of desire
my voice becomes too frail
Her words, metaphor of beauty
my words, nothing but hollow
then her lips start to sing
and mine fail to follow
on the first night of June
The sky filled with stars
but no sign of moon
The heart begins to throb
and pulse becomes fierce
We speak the words with passion
We speak the words with tears
Tears find an eternal refuge
and the pulse quickly fails
She hits the notes of desire
my voice becomes too frail
Her words, metaphor of beauty
my words, nothing but hollow
then her lips start to sing
and mine fail to follow
4 comments:
"her lips start to sing
and mine fail to follow"
Clap Clap Clap - I like it! man you are getting good!
By the way, noticing a trend on the sleepless night posts :)
beautiful. as usual. i'm hoping to learn a thing or two from you.
i liked you better when you wrote on your blog and commented on mine. =)
Post a Comment