M's Poetry
Happy With The Picture
Happy With The Picture
You're a fireball
hot, out of control
a comet descending
a force I can't let go
and you have heard me weep
heard me moan
the best and worst
of worlds colliding
the bond that binds us
I can't even imagine being alone.....
when it's great
it's all I could dream of
the rough patches
wondering if I should drown or swim
the person closest
will always cut the deepest
but I like to think the good times
will always preserve and win
I hang your picture
above my mind
love like this
so passionate
never could I deny
sometimes we are just mirrors
hate to see my ugly self
fighting because it matters
the space of caring never left
and I never want to forget
I swear to that
I built my own deck of cards
so it's up to me if I see regret
and so far baby
absolutely none yet.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
You're a fireball
hot, out of control
a comet descending
a force I can't let go
and you have heard me weep
heard me moan
the best and worst
of worlds colliding
the bond that binds us
I can't even imagine being alone.....
when it's great
it's all I could dream of
the rough patches
wondering if I should drown or swim
the person closest
will always cut the deepest
but I like to think the good times
will always preserve and win
I hang your picture
above my mind
love like this
so passionate
never could I deny
sometimes we are just mirrors
hate to see my ugly self
fighting because it matters
the space of caring never left
and I never want to forget
I swear to that
I built my own deck of cards
so it's up to me if I see regret
and so far baby
absolutely none yet.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
