"inhibited" poems - Hello Poetry

good morning, my angel my living lullaby i glide across the fairest skin, you are the fairest one of all. Good morning, my mother my broken candle you gave me the wax that has melted on many tablecloths i feel I have lost you now, as I had lost you then. Good morning, my first love my little bridge your mittens were warm when I needed heat when I was so cold the tears froze onto my cheeks. you ran me a bath a being of divinity we held each other in your father’s tub and laughed at the bubbling abundance, burgeoning in overflow. I wake to the puddle of your memory That has grown since we last met, since I have wept For the love I have not kept in place. Good morning hindered lover, who worships me in forbidden light a thousand songs have yet transpired born from a single thought of you. Inhibited inspiration, camouflage constellation, I kiss you now though I will always be Years away from where you lie. Good morning dear father, a forester Braver than the lone wolf and his solitary howl. The lesson of the arthritic toe shows you True appreciation for the pain of existence. You are the most loyal flame, my gratitude is overwhelming Each time I embrace the past and the mistakes, unconscious From the broken record And its echo off the wall. Good mourning to the loss of a lover, an ephemeral flame. Good mourning to the death of a friendship, to the longing for a **** Good mourning to the future in its casket, That awaits a new life for me In song.

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC

lyra-brown

Good Mourning

good morning, my angel my living lullaby i glide across the fairest skin, you are the fairest one of all. Good morning, my mother my broken candle you gave me the wax that has melted on many tablecloths i feel I have lost you now, as I had lost you then. Good morning, my first love my little bridge your mittens were warm when I needed heat when I was so cold the tears froze onto my cheeks. you ran me a bath a being of divinity we held each other in your father’s tub and laughed at the bubbling abundance, burgeoning in overflow. I wake to the puddle of your memory That has grown since we last met, since I have wept For the love I have not kept in place. Good morning hindered lover, who worships me in forbidden light a thousand songs have yet transpired born from a single thought of you. Inhibited inspiration, camouflage constellation, I kiss you now though I will always be Years away from where you lie. Good morning dear father, a forester Braver than the lone wolf and his solitary howl. The lesson of the arthritic toe shows you True appreciation for the pain of existence. You are the most loyal flame, my gratitude is overwhelming Each time I embrace the past and the mistakes, unconscious From the broken record And its echo off the wall. Good mourning to the loss of a lover, an ephemeral flame. Good mourning to the death of a friendship, to the longing for a **** Good mourning to the future in its casket, That awaits a new life for me In song.