I am a broad ocean of
words; wild and bottomless...
I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...
Catch the Wind
Lend me your...
Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...
He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...
A point
is chiseled out...
He calls me His Beloved,
His love has set me free...
Soft snowflakes capture my delight,
upon my face they feel so light...
Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...
At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...
Sometimes I lie awake at night,
And wish that you were here...
Written for a club contest using the title of the...
Your arms feel like home, like heaven to me...