So, I just want to wait and watch; You are driving me slowly mad Like the purple in your hair clips My soul is right kind of sad Ink on my puffed up lips I kissed your poetry tonight Blood on my fingertips From the verses I had to fight Now people they come and claim That they know you as well as me They may have tasted one drop sometime But don’t know the depths of this sea And I have fallen and I am falling Hand me the hem of your chiffon dress And I have called and I am calling To surrender my pieces of chess For it’s you who hold me now Gravity is not part of the game Let go and you shall see just how I get lost in the search of your name So, I just want to wait and watch; You are driving me slowly mad Like the purple in your hair clips My soul is right kind of sad
So you have replaced the black ink in your beautiful pen with honey, ahh.
The beauty of this verse is just as crisp as the Spring air ; and the depth and the flow, the rhythm and the love with which it is written is just…I can’t place the right word on my tongue right now but…cozy..? The reader feels like he/she is in the arms of his/her lover in a cottage somewhere in the mountains, in a room lit by the small fireplace with wine, pearls, berries…snow falling outside and glowing as it burns into the ground, reflecting the fire.
Floating, floating I am. Well done, dear Genius. 💜♥️💙
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