"skiping" poems
Ooo, I think you're in love with me.
This is where I want us to be.
Walkin long the beach skiping small rocks out to sea.
Ooo, I think you're in love with me.
I'll take your heart and lock it in a box.
Wrap it in lace with a cute bow on top.
I'll kiss you on our walk and let it drop off the dock
In our ocean of
Ooo, I think you're in love with me.
I wont make promises I can't keep.
I'll play with your hair and kiss your cheek
gently while you're trying to sleep.
Ooo, I think you're in love with me.
Sitting on a log, taking selfies n ****
I'll grab your hand as we jump off the cliff.
Falling deeper in love - faster until we hit
the cold splash of all the times we've missed.
Ooo, the warmth of your kiss will increase the heat,
the breeze of your breath,
kiss on my skin.
a gentle caress.
Ooo, baby I'm in.
This is where I want us to be.
Your kiss! Oh it makes me weak.
Your smile! I'll constantly seek.
Ooo I think you're in love with me.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
I know that place called yesterday,
I used to live there to.
All my clothes were handed down,
Not just coat and shoe.
Father was the family head,
But mother took control.
He kept a firm hand on us,
We never lied or stole.
At school we behaeved our self's,
Teachers always right.
Learning tables with a rhyme,
Doing homework every night.
Playing in the back street,
Skiping rope from side to side.
Jumping in and out,
Taking turns with pride.
A single policeman patroled this patch,
His motorbike was heard.
Mischievous children stopped in owe,
cautiously moving on deterred.
Respect was taught a way of life,
Not for reward or gain.
We were all brought up this way,
Why can't we be that way again?.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC