A Fleeting Image
So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't truly comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,
So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't truly comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,
I love this poem. Very artful, well balanced, and full of depth. You struck a nerve with me. I often like to say that life has two real purposes. One, to find, build, and refine our...
in Lonely Poems
I'm sitting here alone, my thoughts within the past,
Thinking about you, a love I hoped would last.
Your warm and tender heart that seems so far away,
This yearning deep inside me that I must obey.
Hello, your poetry is so powerful. You put into words exactly what I struggle to convey. I've been living in Michigan since childhood, and there's a girl whose apartment I lived near. For...
You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.