my eyes are dancing over the glittering sea the wind is glancing the sparkling beach sand in my eyes salt in my hair mountains so high a whistling in the air for perfection it strives and i think that must be life
the girl sitting next to the door frequently tapping her feet on the floor when you look her in the eyes she'll hide her face and look away what would you say if you'd recognize her body's just made of anxiety
As I was changing my settings I noticed Explicit poetry, by default, is hidden. What is poetry but the explicit? The clarity of everyday Are melodies of vulgarity Strung together. Tinsel on the ****-tree. And when you poets talk of love The plutonic is a bore. You say beauty as a synonym For *******. BEAUTY IS ******* *******.
If hellopoetry has a swear jar I owe a lot But at least I don't hide what I say.
As of right now All I crave Out of all the money And fame the world has to offer, is the feeling of your hand in mine And the warmth of your love To wrap around me and protect me From the cold breeze Of what is to come.
What a wonderful world you built for two, A painter you are, and she- a hue Guess I'll always be the girl; a palette only with shades of blue, Drawn in my mind, *me and you.