DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes what we want is not what we're granted;>


brought to you

no you came brought to me

painted with lines on the finements of my destiny

not on the deads

in the lives you float

rent free on a mind I own

called boat

a ship a rocket you name

there is no bound no limit no aim

in the terror of my cave

you bring the symphonies you carve and pave

pave the way to my hands

to board their journeys

to make their plans

feel the world upon tips

like the steps of sand

the breath of land

the sight of dear

the sense of mere

the drip of downs

the realize of nows

the dive of sea

in blues of surreal

up taken by the fingers to a deal

of a fluent flow a pleasant kneel

not to the gods but to the clear

no more on the behinds of blood and set and Neptune

to a slender of a violin a shiver soon

you know your lights and shades on my moon

not aware of my nights anytime for you

although my gates are open to infinite

no stops to the intimate

you color you steep

on the curves of my leap



                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

I can't stop
these hands
from expressing these feelings.

I can't stop
these eyes
from glistening with tears.

I can't stop
these feet
from running away.

I can't stop
these legs
from darting.

I can't stop
these limbs
from trembling.

I can't stop
these thoughts
from turning dark.

I can't stop
this imagination
from imagining the worst.

I can't stop
thinking about
what you did to me.