CANDLES LINE THE ROOM,
THE SMELL OF SWEET STRAWBERRIES SET THE MOOD,
AS OUR SKIN TOUCH WITH SO MUCH GRACE,
FIREWORKS LIGHT WITH EVERY EMBRACE.
TIME SLIPS AWAY DISAPPERS WITHOUT A TRACE,
OH PLEASE,
BABY PLEASE,
SLOW YOUR PACE.
AS NIGHT SEEM TO END,
AND THE DAY APPERS.
I FIND MY SELF HOLDING BACK TEARS,
FOR WHO IS THIS STRANGE LOVE I HOLD HAND IN HAND,
ONLY TO REMEMBER HE WAS MY ONE NIGHT STANDONE NIGHT STAND-what do u think of my poem?A few literals:
As our skin(s) touch (or as our skin touches).
Time slips away(,) Disappe(a)rs without trace
As night seem(s) to end
And the day appe(a)rs
I find myself (not my self).
Otherwise this is a pretty good attempt at poetry.ONE NIGHT STAND-what do u think of my poem?It's very..intimate, if you get my drift.
Mine please:
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