Wild HorsesA Poem by MsJewel~ a heartprint ~
He is the unpredictable tide sweeping an ocean of memories long elegant fingers strumming his guitar coasting gracefully rising suddenly…. crashing to shore with the angst of Mick and Keith to the melodic hunger of Wild Horses I see him in Patrick’s Pub the quiet one on the last barstool with the messy blonde hair nursing a glass of Guinness as he writes on white paper napkins tapping his pen on the bar absentmindedly He is the man on the black and silver motorcycle, the low, deep rapapapapa of his Harley gliding through the curves of untamed and free bare knees peeking through the holes of his faded And I’m the girl whose heart still beats a little faster when she hears rapapapapa knowing it couldn’t be him... and yet, finding solace in the love poems scribbled on a few frayed white paper napkins, ….and an old cassette of Wild Horses
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StatsAuthorMsJewelThe Beach, CAAboutI've been writing poetry for 15 years. My poetry isn't unique in any way, but it is written from the heart. I have trouble keeping up with everyone's poetry, so please send me rr's. I enjoy rec.. more..Writing
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