Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Make Me Feel Better


Love, can you make me, feel,
better off with or with out it.
And the pain that fate makes me feel
when the sea is their all around me.
Some times I lay you down on the shore.
I ask you, is it love that is living?
Moving the sand each wave, leaving me
nothing at all, your sweet voice is giving
and how much more than once at night,
can you love me,
when each morning, grace finally comes.

Submitted: Sunday, July 18, 2010
Edited: Sunday, July 18, 2010

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  • Donna Ilene (7/18/2010 4:04:00 PM)

    'Moving the sand each wave'
    catching the fragrance
    of the salty taste between
    two, the sea open to
    receive the sand imprinted
    as the tide comes in. (Report) Reply

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