I have found a
place to call...
Christmas is the only time of year
he comes and visits me...
The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...
There's a world inside;
I turned the key and out poured...
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...
Yes,
I miss you...
Shhh...
The night is quiet...
A need to be touched and caressed,
by loving hands, hugged, kissed, adored...
Mission Impossible..to write a poem, A- Z
that rhymes and follows a theme like...
One hundred percent of the time
When I try to write a rhyme...
I, I've always been lost when it comes to you
Feelings of truth and feelings of doubt...
-copyrighted- back off =)
What is it this time...