I live off the wall
So never think my back is against it
I live for the moment
So never think I'm concerned w/ time
I live for the treble cleff
So know that your words can get drowned
by a symphony
I live for God & I live because of Jesus
I live life
So never think I want yours
I live for poetry
So let my words be a sweet caress
& a soft kiss on the neck
Poetry...
It speaks to me
EVER Sooo gently
So if you need to speak to me,
whisper metaphors in my ears
Let iambic pentameter roll off your tongue
as you look me in the eyes. Let every thought be verbal haiku.5-7-5,5-7-5. Personify your words. Make me think faith is my next door neighbor & love is the most popular guy in school. Give me a compliment in oxymoron like 'You give me sweet sorrow'. With all the sincerity you can muster up, tell me fourteen lines of ABABCDCDEFEFGG. Our secret language can be Shakespearean Sonnet.
That's poetry
& it speaks to me,
EVER Sooo gently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OK then. Your Poem is a song in my ears. It sings for me. It brings bitter love.