Love Storm : Love Poetry

My story begins in rain drops as

I sit by the post in hurting tears.

Remembering the clothe of all the years

I made him smile

And how he made me feel like heavens peace.

I am sitting on crates of wondering thoughts asking

My emotions why I made myself

pack up my suit case of love?

And just ran away.

As the trains of trust will be here soon to cast me away.

Did I leave him in a pond of tears wondering why he couldn’t

Heal me.? I am a storm of hurtful journey and I been through

A few hurricane storms.

See his love was so cotton soft

And his eyes spoke like a forecast

That predicted my life in beauty.

And the sunshine of cloudy days

Was so trusting like a mother

Bringing life marking her

New born in birth marks.

I am weeping in lost

Sanity because I am

Breaking down in river streams of

Beaut. Like he is really so impressive

As I look over the mountains of his heart

And see a ghost of love walking

Towards me. This man he is

The key of highways blues

Snapping the fingers of my heart as

The band of tears is sending me in

Nervous break down as concrete

Sounds. Paying me back in rebounds

Of I should die in self pity

Because when he loved me yaul. I

Mean he really loved me like

I robbed his thoughts

And I took his ears drums of paying attention and

He spoke about me like a spirit cherishing god

He took steps of pride and he walked in the name of my love

He will stand in my pond of eyes and just get totally soundless

And not blink

I mean listen

Listen

Listen

I will shed tears

For indefinite of time

Because I caused a storm

Of denying love

Do you see me trembling a withdrawal

Tell me admiring ears do you

See me shaking as

The lakes of love are breaking

In a hunger draught

He fought for my storms

And he stood in front of a bullet of death

And said I love her dear spirit like

I love my damn self

Just please speak to her heart for me

And tell her I have the table of love

And the waters of a tub

That suds in

Harmony

Like I will break down and fall to my knees

See it’s a storm pouring in my umbrella of mind

Because when he made love to me

I want you to focus

When he stroked me

He worked his hips slow

I mean so slow

I felt his flow of love like I cried like a baby crying lost in a field

Of where is my daddy

He’s a habit to me

Bringing on the field of growing cabbage

I salvaged all I had and packed up my suit case of idiot

And stood in the fool of my pride

And walked on my feet of crazy mad all up inside and walked

Down the streets of you know you want to go back as

I cried in discreet

I mean he loved me like when he massaged my feet .

He put his palms of soul in it

I am a woman of soul and when I sale you my love

Its not worth pennies you pawn shop owner

But do you see I am a woman worth pennies on a dollar to gold

He fore told my tale

And so you see I am not for sale for your fan mail

O Lord I miss it

I mean

I miss the way

His finger tips swell every time he knew they getting close to touching me

Holding me

caressing me

Sexing me

Matting me

In to a melody

Have you listen to my blues

I am crying out to you

That I lost a love you

See

In a bad darkness called

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