Author's Note: Okay, I really ran out of muse, but I wanted to write a nice love poem. This isn't my best work, but when I come up with one, rest assured I'd post it here. ^^
--------------------------------- The Senses.
A sweet perfumed scent, Mists over the atmosphere, Lavender; The smell of how you were.
Unbeknownst, Arms encircled around me, Sensations rush, Blood speeding at the point of climax; The way I used to feel about you.
Deep, hazel diamond orbs, Perfectly sculpted face, Sleek dark hairs, One of God's most beautiful arts; The way I last saw you.
Somewhere, Deep in the dark recesses of my heart, I yearn for you, To return to what you used to be.
Taking a breather into your soul, Colors changed; Patterned seasons; Life moves on; And so have you.
{c} NANA.Monde. emo poète société.}
NO RIPPING.
The Poet
Hullos, Lacrith here.
011194, she's still writing her poems till she dies.
She's in love with literature, music and art.
Listen, she detests rippers.
Once rippers have been found, she shall put a password over this blog,
And the culprit will be caught. Beware.
Currently short on muse, pardon her for the meagre updates on this blog.At the moment, she'sdying of pain.
Author's Note: Okay, I really ran out of muse, but I wanted to write a nice love poem. This isn't my best work, but when I come up with one, rest assured I'd post it here. ^^
--------------------------------- The Senses.
A sweet perfumed scent, Mists over the atmosphere, Lavender; The smell of how you were.
Unbeknownst, Arms encircled around me, Sensations rush, Blood speeding at the point of climax; The way I used to feel about you.
Deep, hazel diamond orbs, Perfectly sculpted face, Sleek dark hairs, One of God's most beautiful arts; The way I last saw you.
Somewhere, Deep in the dark recesses of my heart, I yearn for you, To return to what you used to be.
Taking a breather into your soul, Colors changed; Patterned seasons; Life moves on; And so have you.
