Danelia a warning sign infront of the gate that says stop pay here before entering. He was left wondering. Like an old abandoned mansion in need of some love.
The heart needs the same kind of love. An ancient trail through her her heart. A majestic pass slices through towering peaks of her heart.
The colours of the beautiful scenery of her heart. Everything is covered in thick mist symbolising what I dont know about her. Her heart is on guard from all those who want to hurt her.
When she is sad her hearts leaves turn into the colour of autumn. When she smiles her hearts leaves turns in the colour of spring. I tried giving her a balloon with a poem attached to it, but it floated away.
I will never forget that day. Standing at an old marry go round . Where her memories can still be found.
Her cries blocks out sound. An old teddy bear fell on the ground. At the places former beauty spellbound.
Hurt her and a scary clown from the circus will haunt your memories forever. Sentenced to life if your found guilty of hurting her. I hope this poem makes sense to her. ©M.P.Jacobs
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Danelia a warning sign infront of the gate that says stop pay here before entering. He was left wondering. Like an old abandoned mansion in need of some love.
The heart needs the same kind of love. An ancient trail through her her heart. A majestic pass slices through towering peaks of her heart.
The colours of the beautiful scenery of her heart. Everything is covered in thick mist symbolising what I dont know about her. Her heart is on guard from all those who want to hurt her.
When she is sad her hearts leaves turn into the colour of autumn. When she smiles her hearts leaves turns in the colour of spring. I tried giving her a balloon with a poem attached to it, but it floated away.
I will never forget that day. Standing at an old marry go round . Where her memories can still be found.
Her cries blocks out sound. An old teddy bear fell on the ground. At the places former beauty spellbound.
Hurt her and a scary clown from the circus will haunt your memories forever. Sentenced to life if your found guilty of hurting her. I hope this poem makes sense to her. ©M.P.Jacobs
