an itchA Poem by brianna vegaabout writing singing & dancing
so i get an itch in my throat and legs
willing me to make a move cuz i need to let it out somehow and the moment is now if i dont open up my soul pour out in to our ears your eyes appealing and feeding your soul trying to fill out its desprate hunger for hope and if i dont pull my self unto my toes turning and spinning stretching my heart and muscle letting my words spill out while my body illustrates thier meaning cuz i cant help but let it out spill my soul unto your lap landing at your feet. © 2008 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2008 Last Updated on March 29, 2008 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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