My first try at poetry. Actual poetry. Not just about little boys turning into pigs and flying away. Though I do love that poem :)
Slowly Melting
A few spoken words
A few fleeting glances
And my heart goes
Crazy.
I tell it stop,
Stop your madness.
Stop falling
Stop failing.
It beats.
Mild and mild
Rushing with thrill
It creeps up to my peak,
Glowing and burning.
Fleeting, floating,
Cradled in snow
Melting.
Soft, silent whispers
Caressing.
I bow my head,
That crescent turns,
Merging with warmth.
That touch of your breath;
Like soft, silent words,
Hidden glances.
Cradled in snow,
Slowly melting.
This is not the first time you've tried your hand in poetry.I have this beautiful poem from the times you were in boarding that has a poem about the sun. Its a dark emo masochistic one but nonetheless a good one! I'll post it the next time I go home...and before I forget- this is good stuff!! :D
ReplyDeleteAbout the sun?? :O
ReplyDeleteSend it to me :) I don't have it anymore.