Writing a poem is like writing a lyric that gives you goose bums. As i love writing, i thought i would share sum - Part
Lips, like angel wings on skin
Heat, like a breeze from the sun
Your smile, like painting love on canvas
Bringing color to this world of shadows
Eyes of opal that change like tides
Like an indecisive mind with stars inside
A smile so sweet, yet so seductive
You opened my eyes, you made me trust it
Your music fills my soul
A waltz that moves me round and round
My mind spins
My heart reels
Did you know that shine
When you walk into a room
This is my elegant beauty
This is the sweet taste I love
This is my musical angel
A muse that forms my passion
Your laugh brings me to life
Thought dead and gone
You bring back my hope
You’re the only one I need
That’s fine...
That’s fine...
You let me see again
Then your smile…
Made me drop my guard
About the Creator
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My roommate and I found this site and love it. We both live with schizophrenia, share a home, challenge each other, and recently started working on my story together. Reading and writing still matter. love to hear from you - Ilana & part
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