if you don’t find me in your bed
look inside your head instead
and if you don’t find me there
promise you’ll look everywhere
let me not be forgotten
like a putrid seed
let me not be cast off
like a wanton weed
swear to me
you’ll seek and find
and in ties of despair
you will bind
my soul my self
my poetry
release me not
don’t set me free.
look inside your head instead
and if you don’t find me there
promise you’ll look everywhere
let me not be forgotten
like a putrid seed
let me not be cast off
like a wanton weed
swear to me
you’ll seek and find
and in ties of despair
you will bind
my soul my self
my poetry
release me not
don’t set me free.
7 comments:
awesome .and unlike most of your poems this seems have a definite metre and rhythm pattern.
i regret to see that this treasure is one more of them "that ends"..y dont u stop being moody and write something that runs across pages.. ma'am.. :)
rajesh
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thanks for the comment! am not the epic poetry writing kind so maybe my prose blog is what you need to read for posts that stretch across pages!
i've posted a comment over there ma'am..
Hope my sweetheart feels tat way..
Seldom happens :)
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