- Created By KayLovely
Feather by Kay
Light as a feather
When I think of you
Thoughts of us together
Makes me
Want to be
With you forever
The land of paradise
Is where you take me to
Take me away
My life
My heart
I'd trade them for you any day
Caught in the wind
Like a feather in air
I wait for your song
Your words
Of love
Remind me we belong
Running to you
The arrow of god
Points me in your direction
Our fates
They clash
Drawn together by affection
Drifting away
Taking me back
This vast open sea
My dreams
Are vivid
Your love surrounds me
My Beautiful Rescue by This Providence
I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.
For the thrill of the fall.
Ignoring sound advice.
And any thought of consequence.
My bones are shattered.
My pride is shattered.
And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain.
I can see my beautiful rescue.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you.
I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.
At the top of my lungs I'm singing you a song.
Don't you leave me alone.
My bones were shattered.
My pride lay shattered.
Well I'll trample my pride and tell the whole world.
To dance with me.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you again.
Well I'm crying out.
"Wash my hands, these bloody hands Lord. Open my mouth and I'll sing."
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you.
I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.
With you.
My Mistress' Eyes by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
__________________What He's Saying___________________
My lovers' eyes don't shine like the sun
Her lips are colorless
Her skin isn't nice
Her hair is like wires
I've seen beautiful red and white roses
But her cheeks aren't like the roses
I'm happier when I smell perfume
Than smelling her breath
I like listening to her
But I'd rather listen to music
I've never seen a goddess walk
But my lover drags herself around
And yet she's so special
And no other woman compares
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This is my favorite poem by Shakespeare. Even though she has all these unwanted characteristics. He sees beyond that. Love is blind. I wish more people could be like that but no. People are shallow and selfish. It's human nature. I admit I'm somewhat shallow. Selfish. Rare to find one that isn't.
"Do You Know" by Kay
Do you know
That I think about you
Almost everyday?
And it hurts
Because you don't think about me
In that kind of way
I'm to shy
To share what's inside
And tell you how I feel
Because I feel
That if I do I'll be rejected
A pain thats just to real
But I'm glad
I've been allowed to live
Under this sky so blue
And do you know
The only reason I'm glad is
I get to share it with you
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