Craving To Be Soaked In Honest Sincerity..

You lack the words to say,
You lack the intention,
Your such a quiet soul,
Craving to be soaked in honest sincerity..

A grab your skinny arm,
And i force feed you relief,
You are such a tired soul,
Needing to be uplifted..

The purity of these words,
I speak,
Are of the highest order,
So listen up..

I want you to live,
Your dreams,
I want you to follow the road,
To self discovery..

This city holds to many demons,
So i'll find you a haven,
Away from the disregard,
And i'll get you a new dress,
To fit your bones..




Poetry by MusicMyLife
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Written on 2011-07-03 at 23:23

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Hm, interesting, the title didn't prepare me for the end, if for example the title was: Before the coffin dress up. It would be more obvious but nop so, hm, another possible title could be: Pinned on the dress, a dusty letter. But I don't know what is going, so, maybe this is the beginning or end of a short story? It will be interesting to hear the person writing the letter talk to him/herself afterwards, or what happens to the person that wrote the letter. But that is just an idea. It was an interesting reading experience.
2011-07-04


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A seemingly sentimental peice and an effective write. Powerful. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-07-03