"stucks" poems
It's 12 o'clock midnight,
As you're embracing your pillow tight,
Here am I feeling so delight,
Delighted to our love that ignite.
As I am waiting for the eclipse,
I wish I was there to kiss your lips,
I wish we're together to watch clips,
As we eat our prepared chips.
Alone in an empty room,
Hoping you'll appear like a mushroom,
It's so dark, I can't see a light,
Yet a picture of your smile stucks in my mind.
Seven months had passed,
There's one thing to God I always ask,
What did I do to have you?
Why am I so blessed to have you?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
The lack of those little things
Having us wonder why
Our lack of those little things
Ushers a pitiful sigh
Frequenting past memories
O what might have been
Stressing and guessing
That old yet relevant scene
Nips and Tucks for those little stucks
That finesse I could not find
Yearning for those times again,
To remove thy finger from rewind.
Hand up high, or put the head in
Tomorrow pondering , O what might have been.
Illiterate to those times past being
To those times of silence we,ve all seen.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC