typewriter
her frail fingers
type a memoir
typewriter
her frail fingers
type a memoir
he who loves you
will accept you with all your faults
do not let him leave
summer night’s storm
lovers wait hand in hand
for the Thunder-Moon
the night was long
the moon a perfect crescent
and she missed him
judge me not
for my poetry is nothing
but just my thoughts on paper
would it be you
if i were to choose again
will know in another lifetime
a bohemian, a gypsy at heart
was conflicting to be homebound
but she let her soul fly
don’t love my madness
or my chaos
for
i want to be as normal
as anyone else
It’s not always about physicality
Love entails togetherness
Even when we are worlds apart
We are there for each other
That’s what matters…
isn’t it my love?
lets merge
into one soul
like the sea into the horizon