Avoiding everything about the reality that is. The last bed you found. Down on the ground out in the cold. Were you warm still? Chills should fade when the last shade finds you. And every blade of grass. Like a landing far from Kansas. Give me a bouquet of iron. Not delicate Daisies or soft Roses. Steel stems that rust when wet. So that their blossoms seem buds with. The squint of my eye.

Thanks for dropping by Jack! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. Mdash; Leave a comment. I laid months ago,. While you were leaned over my shoulder,. You were so good at waiting. But regardless of the fact. That patience is supposedly virtuous,. Who wants to be good at that? How long would you have waited. Was it the wanting,.

March 2, 2010 by demostheneses. No simple poem could explain the saying your name. In a bed softly laid as I caress the hair on your head. No word phrase or couplet can sub let the crazy way I feel. To break it, take it, and throw it away. Open up my soul to a brand new day.

Too much truth for one blog,. Keep Me in your Thoughts. He still loves you, you know. Pray for a next 4 years. For a next 30 seconds. For a next I Love You. Pray, listen for Me.