what do you remember of me?
my lips and how they formed
courageous things?
my hands and the hope they forged?
my heart and the truth it told?
these muscles tired
and just want to know you
and how you speak
with your lips
your heart
what your hands make
and if i helped you
what could the both of us create?
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thank you, lady.
makes me think i should really read these...i never do properly.
wow, this is beautil. i like these lines: "and if i helped you
what could the both of us create?"
keep writing. you make great poetry. :) i wish i could say the same for myself. *sigh*
*beautiful
i think i pressed the delete key by mistake =p
Interesting evolution here. A spiritual growth melding beyond the physical.
alikoy- thank you very much. and trust me...it's just finding your breath. and perhaps you already have.
nick- thanks for visiting...good to see new faces.
a dynasty, maybe (she muses.)
muses, eh?
does that pay well?
now you funny, too. and yeah, it pays very well.
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