If I can do with words what your lips do with kisses The pen will be a weapon the poem becomes your weakness So wean these words willingly the way I hold to your lips and savour the “ I Love You” and kiss me, like this
I am but one star in the universe that you deserve. I am but a rain's puddle when it is the ocean that you need to swim in. Wish upon me. Dance and jump within me. I long to be enough for thee.
You covered me with a carpet of flowers clean and bright pink and white fragrance light on the summer air fine words were said many tears were shed but you keep your guns and I’m still dead
The first four letters spell out what needs to echo loudly and clearly Bull which is what these people are filled with That said stay clear and get on with it They have no clue or self edit mechanism For sensitive souls ,they are not worth the air they breathe