All for you.

All for you.

A Poem by Winona
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Personal poem written about a boy who I love so irrevocably and in the most raw sense of the word.

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One day you'll meet a boy.
Serendiptuously.
And his voice will curl at the edges,
And makes you smile in your sleep.
The universe tilts, Because he is iridescent.
And suddenly you're kissing him.
- As often as the ocean kisses the rocks - 
Invariably, endlessly, addicted.

One day you'll meet a boy,
Who can be as strong as a hurricane,
Yet comforting as the morning drizzle.
Who tangles himself between your words,
Laces himself while you're unaware.
And suddenly you're memorizing each freckle.
Every arch and curve.

One day you'll meet a boy,
And your fingers can intertwine, subconsciously.
You fit together, in the most innocent sense.
And it seems, if your body were a language,
He could pronounce each word perfectly.

© 2013 Winona


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Really good. I can feel how personal it is and I understand the physicality. I think it can use some tightening (spelling, tense), and give a little more thought and follow through with the metaphors then I think you'll have something great and expressive. Again, good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Really good. I can feel how personal it is and I understand the physicality. I think it can use some tightening (spelling, tense), and give a little more thought and follow through with the metaphors then I think you'll have something great and expressive. Again, good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 5, 2012
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Tags: Love, Serendipity, Lust, Perfect, Deep, Home

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Winona
Winona

Albury, Australia



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