Sadness.
A drifting, clinging thing.
Born
to take your
Heart
and hold it,
to take your
Heart
and break it,
to softly stroke then
Crush it,
And leave you without
Breath...
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
talk to me at dreambig16@hotmail.com
About Me
- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.
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1 Comments:
great poem! I'm glad to see you've returned cuz I enjoy your writing a lot. I really like your new blog template. (BTW, since the commenting system doesn't publish my full name and such here's my details: caro @ www.cmd-blessing.blogspot.com
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