Untitled LoveA Poem by moogiMeh was bored, do five minute poems, so they're rough drafts but who knows. Young love or something like itMy lips can not form, what my fingers can rend, For every day your heart I'll defend. From the setting sun, and the rising moon, To a diddy all about a fork and a spoon. Every adventure wandered, and story I write, Every memory stolen with all of my might. Will keep you in mind, in soul and in heart, Until our days end and our ways must part. Then through Heavens breathe, and Death's woven door, Will we fight and find new lives to explore.
© 2011 moogiAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 29, 2011 Last Updated on June 29, 2011 AuthormoogiBoise, IDAboutI am a doodler and writer and extragent liar. Most notably I enjoy five minute poetry. It is a good exercise for me to see what I can crank out. Heh they're good fun and what my poetry is more often t.. more..Writing
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