The pages float like air
And I feel stone cold inside
Do I know who I am
In a moment like this?
And all the buildings are falling apart
As the massive ceilings explode
There is a love story here for the ages
Can you feel it in your bones?
Can you feel my love jones
Starting to explode
Between you and I
On this episode?
Let us dance with the skeletons in our closets
Behold the blue sky...
Is it history repeating itself?
As huge waves of scenery
Makes us feel like slaves
And the bridge that crosses the ocean
Bares itself in many ways
Do you see the flowers hanging
From the clouds?
Our love is history, do you feel?
For my bones move your bones
In the deepest scenery
I can touch the ceiling
With my soul,
Oh my soul
It feels many things
The bells cry when we cry
You and I...
How is this assignment supposed to feel
When we can't even pass the class of life?
Behold each kiss and its miracle
Behold the science of life...
Let us build a bridge between each kiss
And let us live life to the fullest
My rhythm speaks
To your rhyme,
And what is rhyme without reason
When two souls are just apart?
So many questions
But not enough answers,
How can we describe the scene?
It's amazing what we can create
With our thoughts
For thoughts unwind.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2023 03:15
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem on a whim...I imagine love to be this powerful, yet mesmerizing, and complicated circumstance. My thoughts are like a leaky faucet, yet I like to take chances. I guess I can call this a free verse kind of write. All in all, these are my thoughts.
- Category: Love
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