A Whisperd LongingA Poem by Rose DowningThis was about a cute guy I used to live with in Eugene.
How dare I try to sing about,
what my lips refuse to say. Stirring me how only you can do, I muse on him all day. My hears become a mighty wind Which longs to fill your sails. a breeze that longs to guide you in, if only you'd inhale. It's easy to forget who I am. Lost in your eyes at a bar. With the dangers of a sweetened sin, you walk like a falling star. I want to nestle deep into your sea soft as setting sun, and how every time you speak to me, I slowly come undone. My hearts become a mighty wind, which longs to fill your sail. Steer your craft into my room, I swear I'll never tell. My form longs to touch your face, and hold your spirit tight. How dare I sing whats in my heart of things I shouldn't wright? How dare I sing whats in my heart of things I should never wright?? © 2013 Rose DowningAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRose DowningThe Road, ORAboutI've been traveling all my life throughout the pacific north west. I grew up mainly in cities, country ranches, country bars, cemeteries, and the burbs. I'm also fun at parties. I've won 1st place in .. more..Writing
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