hells bells
or, a hellava good time!
bring my skies down in glass shards
a sharp deadly down
pieces shatter sounding like bells
bells, a chaos of ringing glittering glass.
bring my skies down , a shockwave rolls
skyquakes rumble thunder around me,
bring me to my knees begging
shaking, still
bring my skies down
a blinding drowning down
grasping pleading
begging
soaked. wash me against the rocks
lungs full of you.
bring my skies down
down raging down with us
shattered glass ringing
echos tolling
as you come.
ah, just a mood swing ! s.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
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i'm glad you liked it. it's an ok poem, but it's more a personal idea than a good poem. mood swings are bizzare, but fun at times. ; )
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