what heart hath she that taketh me 'twixt here and her will never be but her heart i heareth in the night and i may never know why this feels so right
what soul hath she to save mine now i cannot smile but she's teaching me how how to trust, to touch but most of all to feel feel whatever 'tis in thy heart a heart that she may heal
but teacher she's so far away and a mystery to me then again she knew about my cerulean blue eyes to see but see her never will i in how ever many passing years but i'll always be grateful for stemming the tide from my cerulean blue eyes
so taketh from me everything i own torture me in body and bone the only way i ever connected to her was whenever we wrote so Lord, when you plan to end a friend at least spare me one last note WHY? WHAT IS THIS? IS IT SO CLOSE TO BE SO FAR?
DON'T KNOW IF U KNEW THIS OR IF I ALREADY TOLD YOU BUT IT BEARS REPEATING....U R NICE AND I LIKE U SO THANK U FOR BEING YOU ~ME!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
AKIN TO THE BIBLE I DIDN'T WRITE THIS...SHE DID AS SHE WHIPERED A BREEZE IN MY EAR, AND SO I JUST JOTTED DOWN WHAT HER SOUL DICTATED FOR ME TO HEAR AND SHE BETTER BE REAL