![]() Loves scarsA Poem by ronLoves scars
Poets write of dreams that are lost, of love that has touched us to our core. What of the poet’s dreams and love, do we read them and hope they will find more?
Read me like a book, take me in to your life and shelve me in your memories. Put me in your heart to keep you company.
Love me caress me, I am but not a memory of love that has been lost through times travels.
Do I not bleed from the emotional scars; do I not love you from afar? Take me in your life and dream of me at night. I am the one who keeps you safe, safe from all your scars.
My love is strong, but I hid between the lines I write, the ones that bleed red.
My life is not so much an open book that you can touch. It is deeper than you know, watch out not to fall into my hole.
Take me and read me but please understand I am more than a poet I am a simple man.
My needs are great my love has mistakes, do not hold me to the fire and make me beg for your desire.
Desire for you will come in waves on a lake it will show you things that I cannot to comfort you in its wake.
So what of the love and the emotional scars…I keep them close to remind me of who you really are. © 2013 ron |
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1 Review Added on August 2, 2013 Last Updated on August 2, 2013 Author![]() ronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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