Writing a poem
with TWO people
is difficult.
Indeed.
You see,
we have
conflicting ideas,
and nothing fits.
Certainly not.
A poets' quarrel
would be
more devastating
Rescue me, my knight, this night
Rescue me from my heart of sin
On your snow white steed come forth this night
Rescue me from this hell I'm in
Through the window, my knight, this night
Through the window you come to me
Stealthily come in the dark, this night
Through the window to set me free
Into your arms, my knight, this night
Into your arms; I'm safe, I'm sound
Kiss my lips and hold me this night
Into your arms; here I am found
I open my eyes: no knight, not night
I open my eyes to the light of day
My eyes are opened, but my heart is closed
I open my eyes and keep the dream at bay
Waiting for my knight, this night
Waiting
Is there such a thing
as being
alone
together?
This silence,
it used to be wonderful,
like a song in the night,
existing only in my mind.
There was a pulsing,
an electricity,
a live wire surging between us.
Call the power agency;
the electricity's out.
But the bills haven't been paid;
A Match Made in Heaven by Captainkoala-7, literature
Literature
A Match Made in Heaven
She was so wrong for him, she thought,
she couldn't get it right.
She looked into the mirror,
and she shuddered at the sight.
It's not that she wasn't pretty,
that her looks weren't up to par
Only that her heart was broken,
and her eyes like lifeless stars
Every time she saw him
he told her she was wrong
He said that she was beautiful,
that her words were like a song.
He told her all she meant to him,
he told her without regret
But her doubt in him grew bigger;
she didn't believe him yet
She looked into the mirror,
and thought of all her flaws
In terms of beauty and perfection,
she was breaking all the laws
Her boyfriend w