Wishing, hoping, dreaming...
By Bellezza
fallen in love for the last time
seething with hope to never know
if any feeling can eclipse this
praying for more than i have
scared to have more than i do
enjoying the breathless torture
deep breath
.
.
.
exhale…
clenched fists hide quaking palms
euphemisms spell out to you
just how scared
and happy i've become
my thoughts ever are of you
wishing
hoping
dreaming
forsaking…
wishing for that one kiss to find me
only to prick apart my weary soul
but true love lies within that one kiss
(just one…)
hoping that all my broken sorrows were not in vain
and that i might have to chance to prove
that my lips would die for just one taste
dreaming that my hands might need that solace
to slide themselves against your body
smooth and warm to the gentle touch
King Midas might have turned the world to gold with his touch
but you spark everything to become angelic
and i could lay at rest with just a single glance
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I noticed that others tend to use this technique a lot around here
so I thought I would try it out myself. It isn't my typical style
but I thought, what the hey! =D
--Jen
Comments on "Wishing, hoping, dreaming..."
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On Friday, September 23, 2005, blue
(1454) wrote:
nice! it's hard to pull of this sort of write without sounding contrived.. this was full of emotional content and beautifully worded. ~b
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A former member wrote:
...this was a breath of fresh sigh.
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A former member wrote:
nice..i love the second to last stanza thing (i dont know what to call it lol)
"King Midas might have turned the world to gold with his touch
but you spark everything to become angelic"
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On Wednesday, September 14, 2005, lostshadow
(8) wrote:
I like this style of writing I like this poem I can relate to it myself nice work