Friday, December 16, 2011

Rhyme 22

Just six feet away
But worlds apart
Too far to detect
A faltering heart
Time ticks on slowly
Space stretches wide
For a moment I believe
That I'm on your side
The chasm creeps closer
I begin to fall in
With no place to run to
And no hope that I'll live
I fall down beside you
To land six feet under
Somehow by your side
I'm lost in the wonder

2 comments:

  1. Don’t go there; dont say ‘no place to
    run to’. You can certainly ‘wiseabove’.
    I’m here. I’m praying for you, gorgeous:

    Wanna fly to the very stars with I aboard
    the stunning, 1,500-foot-tall-Rawwkuss?
    ✔️
    Wanna write zzzillions of novels in my Big Ol
    Magnificent Mansion throughout d’universe?
    ✔️
    WannaXplore bizarre, psycho worlds, never-
    gettn-a-scratch-because-hey-it’s-Heaven?
    ✔️
    Wanna see the exponential God/treasures ♾
    in the savvy, starry sky, our intimate fantasy?
    ✔️
    I maybe@the RongWay café in 7th Heaven...
    or on KodexxII hang’n the interim ...or doing
    gargoogolpleXmillinillion parsecs of odyssey
    withe hang-loose/knock-out-girls? Wherever
    I am, look-me-up: fonesRfabulous in Heaven.

    ⚡️psychopathicmath.blogspot.com⚡️
    Cya soon, ya gorgeous wildflower...

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