The love I want lives inside the TV
a dark haired prince whose dark eyes catch my heart
intertwine a transparent energy
a magic beginning about to start.
He attends to my story likes it’s truth.
His hand catches mine when I don’t feel strong.
He stands beside me holding up our roof.
Our minds and body in sync all day long.
But, when summer has had her last sunset
and Autumn beckons the eternal dark;
Lobster love, can we breathe enough of it?
Has the mighty great Eros left his mark?
The love I want is sleeping next to me;
My best friend, my confidante, my story.
I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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