What would it take
to hold grasp,
Swallow thy pride.
Winter passed
cold breeze,
open wide.
Psyched thoughts,
taken for granted,
thrown beside.
Tell stories,
never black,
nor white
What would,
you give,
my friend.
All we are,
pleasure
seeking,
All we are,
sight
seeing
All we are.
needs,
caring
All we are,
never
ending.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 10:35 AM UTC
What would it take
to hold grasp,
Swallow thy pride.
Winter passed
cold breeze,
open wide.
Psyched thoughts,
taken for granted,
thrown beside.
Tell stories,
never black,
nor white
What would,
you give,
my friend.
All we are,
pleasure
seeking,
All we are,
sight
seeing
All we are.
needs,
caring
All we are,
never
ending.
(c) 2011.8.12. would be my last poem in hellopoetry. thanks - jcjuatco
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