"raddles" poems
With every day that passes by
the conjouring thoughts of you never leave my mind
The infactuation your spell binds me with
raddles my senses into a saturation
Twisting and Tugging at my every emotion
My heart begins to lurch
My knees begin to weaken
When time comes to make our greeting
When our bodies collide
I plan to be captivated
by your entire entity
Our time will be made of continuous serendipity.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC