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TBT: Too Much

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I know, it’s not Thursday. But high school throw back nonetheless

You say “I love you” still mist I request,
If yours is truly love substantially laid.
Methinks your love so shallow you have made,
If I had dove into your love at last,
My skull would I have cracked in half; so see,
To me is love a special thing, untouched.
I once had loved and found what love could be.
I long to love, have love returned as such.
And I would die to have such love from thee,
So stop, a little more could be, too much.

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TBT: Me

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Good to see I had some confidence back in high school lol

How grand it is to be me.
I live my life happily.
My soul and mind are free.
I have a good personality,
And I’m not too ugly.

TBT: President Kid

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If only the world was run by children.
Children are worth more than a billion.
They are honest,
Trustful,
Pure,
Innocent,
And so very pleasant.
I think I want to elect one president.

TBT: Oak

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Oak;

You stand outside my window,

You wave when I leave,

You wave when I arrive,

You watch me when I sleep.

You scare me in the night,

You scratch at my window,

You knock at my wall,

You howl in the wind,

Sometimes you’re my friend

And sometimes you’re a fiend.

TBT: Women

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A woman surely made of sugar and spice

She is very very nice,

Never has she a harsh word

Her voice is like the song of a bird,

A woman you can only love

She’s as beautiful as a snow white dove,

An inspiration to us all

She will catch you if you fall,

And every time I am near her

It’s all I can do, not to love her further.

TBT: Finnish Flower

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So many Flowers in the garden looking their best,

But one stands out amongst the rest.

One is a little brighter shade of red,

And stood up taller in the Flower bed.

It was a Finnish flower that stood so tall,

So cute and fair like a babies doll.

Still it was elegant and strong,

Like a meadowlarks summer song.

Its’ stem was slender and long.

This Flower, it had nothing with it wrong.

I wished it would to me belong.

So beautiful in form and style.

And its’ sent was bitter, sweet and sour

Together tranquilly and forever and a while.

Until death will I part from my Finnish Flower.

Tbt: Wimp

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I realize I’ve something lacking.You say it is my gut relaxing.

I believe it’s my mind still turning.

That stops my heart always burning.

If you lose patience and move on,

I cannot blame you for your action.

I’m a wimp and a coward at that.

All I’ve done so far is sat.

But please remember my lack of time,

That I’ve invested in women divine.

For surely I will come around.

I just pray that when I do it’s you I’ve found.

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