"whoknows" poems
If you were perhaps
To go and gather up your dreams
And climb your life
All the way across the world
Then perhaps I will follow
Be as Ruth, make your people my own
Make love to you under foreign skies
In the same shimmering moonlight
This world might be full of a thousand
Whatifs, shouldhaves, and whoknows
But I know that when you wrap
Your love around me
And dress me in the clothing
Of your tender
I have a reason to succeed
To thrive
To gather all the beauty in this world
And plant it on your skin
As a garden of kisses
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
how >you >love
totiemeIN~ knots
get ^me ^hop^^^ing^
and CUT-ME-OFF
i grew you daffodils
&your; favorite rose
what's. in. it. for. you.
¡what¡
¿could you want¿
《pull 《me 《 in
shove. me. out.
having me {be sure}
i'm crazy
So C _;oLD
if you are try"ing"""
to make me hate you
it's >[[>[>>working
or ~~maybe, you sense
i love you
most/when/you/say
No
{whoknows}
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC