browneyedgirl
War Child
This was wrote about 3 years ago I've not really wrote any poetry in about a year ,so I guess this is my attempt in finding out if I should even continue to struggle....kinda sensitive,but I want honest opinions on what you think of it..
Strange days lay ahead.
Warm summer breezes mix with the ocean,conjuring up changes.
We dance to an unknown tune.
Charmed by the night,and each other.
The moon hangs full,above our bodies on the beach.
I stumble with you to the water,won't you ask me to come with you?
Your shelter is up above ,but I will not enter without invitation.
I'll follow you inside the gate,but you must ask me first.
Ask my name.
Put your clothes back on and ask my name.
Sit beside me,hold my hand,and I'll drive us up there above the shore.
Once inside the long hallway is erie and oddly decorated.
Am I sorry I'm here?
Do I want to leave?
Do I want to stay?
Allnight? Till Daylight?
We walk to the windowed room,watch the surfers riding the earth.
You lay on the floor and I will sing a song called October.
O.K. now the hard part...What do ya think???
Strange days lay ahead.
Warm summer breezes mix with the ocean,conjuring up changes.
We dance to an unknown tune.
Charmed by the night,and each other.
The moon hangs full,above our bodies on the beach.
I stumble with you to the water,won't you ask me to come with you?
Your shelter is up above ,but I will not enter without invitation.
I'll follow you inside the gate,but you must ask me first.
Ask my name.
Put your clothes back on and ask my name.
Sit beside me,hold my hand,and I'll drive us up there above the shore.
Once inside the long hallway is erie and oddly decorated.
Am I sorry I'm here?
Do I want to leave?
Do I want to stay?
Allnight? Till Daylight?
We walk to the windowed room,watch the surfers riding the earth.
You lay on the floor and I will sing a song called October.
O.K. now the hard part...What do ya think???