She holds me down - with her - sad, sad, frown Red lipstick, white nightgown - she is the cream - I swirl in thick She makes me love - sound of coffee drip
I am again - the boy lost in lust - she is my sin - she is my crutch I shall never love - love this much - she pulled me out - of the darkest pit She clothed my skin - she made me fit
She took me in - when I was lost - she brought me back from my darkest thoughts - thoughts of suicide - a living hell - she made the world A world worth living well - she is my queen - my own Jezebel - So I took to pen Just to write her this - and thank her for - bringing me back with a kiss[/center]
Sweet Mary
Mary.. Mary where do you go when the world begins to slow And the light outside gets low and I see you there - mary staring out the window
The seasons may change but your face remains the same (I change too - mary)
Do you go back to your childhood home The farm your birthplace - back to your mother's warm embrace To the smell of your father's hands Like homemade wheat and yeast a brewery in mid October
And did it trouble your adolescent mind to find that a father's hands weren't always so kind
You ran, didn't you, mary but your running was aimless So that now at forty you find yourself back at the front door Of that childhood home
Back to that old door-knocker that barely hung on with one loose nail and still does... Turn around, mary!
Come back to me... come back to bed
Two leaves blowing in the wind, hath no meaning! - mary
Come back to me... come back to bed
And let me erase all those devilish things he did.
Starving for Mary
I Eat and you leave me. I Drink - and my thirst for you is gone It is in the pit of my stomach - the memories of you are drawn
I think. And without you - my thoughts are empty My dreams are of you - alone - You are the season to my ending I am the broken arrow
These sunken ribs, boney shins - are the scars that I must carry For the days I've gone without you - O my sweet Mary
I hunger for your embrace - I thirst for the day That we will again be two - And it will again be just me & you
For miles and miles - I will creep - through the blinding snow And these lonely streets
Nor will I eat or drink or sleep - 'till one day you comeback to me And I will drop down to your feet - And you will look down at me at my Emaciated face, my weary being
@SW-User Idk... Life? And I really love poets. T.s eliot, Robert frost, Sylvia plath, Rudyard kipling, Alan Ginsberg and many others. Thanks for asking.🙂
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@Lostpoet I would say life too ,But I didn't say To see what will answer Lol. Thanks 😊