This is Christina talking
And this is Veraudia
What are we talking about? Our soon-to-be boyfriends.
and the wonder
what lies beneath
staring into those doors
of welcoming peace
he is the essence of
dark-haired splendor
cascading in sun-fringed glory
my midnight prince
his eyes alight with life
I'm staring from afar
you don't know who I am
and I don't quite know you
something's gotta give
before the wrong things do
and the feeling of his body
lightly pressed against mine
defies translation
because words cannot describe the
subtle explosion that occurs
we're perfect strangers
but you're still so familiar
seems like long-lost friends
we don't have a beginning
but we still have an end
we're joining in a crazy game
and we're still learning the rules
but when I glance up---even for a second
and meet your hazelnut eyes---
I know you're the only one I want to play it with
I love his smile
I love his voice
we're not there yet
but sooner or later
we're gonna make them boys OURS
Poetry by Christaudia
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 03:27
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And this is Veraudia
What are we talking about? Our soon-to-be boyfriends.
Them Boys
the innocenceand the wonder
what lies beneath
staring into those doors
of welcoming peace
he is the essence of
dark-haired splendor
cascading in sun-fringed glory
my midnight prince
his eyes alight with life
I'm staring from afar
you don't know who I am
and I don't quite know you
something's gotta give
before the wrong things do
and the feeling of his body
lightly pressed against mine
defies translation
because words cannot describe the
subtle explosion that occurs
we're perfect strangers
but you're still so familiar
seems like long-lost friends
we don't have a beginning
but we still have an end
we're joining in a crazy game
and we're still learning the rules
but when I glance up---even for a second
and meet your hazelnut eyes---
I know you're the only one I want to play it with
I love his smile
I love his voice
we're not there yet
but sooner or later
we're gonna make them boys OURS
Poetry by Christaudia
Read 514 times
Written on 2006-09-22 at 03:27
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