Senses

You fall, I catch again and again

misshapen heart for me to mend

Mine not yours, you dont feel 

leave alone, alone to heal 

Slowly, steps that we take

Easily, mistakes that we make 

Dont put me at the back of your mind

as I begin to slowly lose mine.

Something I miss, to hear, to touch

silence- you say, but not to much

follows a feeling, I long to feel

A kiss is all that makes us real

Reviews

[Crinkle°]

wooooow, this one is amazing. Oh, wow, I love it, and it makes me sad, this poem...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This brought a smile...especially the last line. Very nice piece. I like the internal play on the words within the stanzas...this was something a few of the master poets were adept at, John Donne, I think was one of those masters. And for a guy who was Dean of the Anglican Church he sure did write quite a bit of bawdy poetry. lol Very racy stuff for the 16th century. :o) But this is great stuff you have here, heartwrenching and witty.

[penchantpoet]

Freeman - THE PUNCTUATION THING...

Something I miss. To hear. To touch
"Silence" - you say, but not to(o) much
Follows a feeling I long to feel
A kiss is all that makes us real.

Powerful stuff here - show it off in all its' finery!!!
Love it!
PP

[Crinkle°]

I enjoy a lot the way you write. Few words, but well chosen, and simple feelings. Great work.

[Julie Beth]

its very well written i like the rhymes