untitled love bullshitA Poem by Hermione
and I send the seeds of you
down the well of me and long ago flowered in my sunlight, forever made into a crown beneath it moonlit strands and never fail your vines grow my limbs never to be pruned they will be forever green if this love is a jungle may you guide my feet if this love is an ocean I pray your heart to carry on to my waves if this love turns into lines make it a circle please I know what it is to speak of forever, I know what it is to be in the puppet's sleeves but in your eyes, may I forget all of these. © 2010 Hermione |
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Added on April 14, 2010 Last Updated on April 14, 2010 AuthorHermioneStrawberry Fields, MIAboutSpeak, sir, and be wise. Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples. more..Writing
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