On my heart strings, you play,
tripping, falling and breaking away.
Be gentle, be tender.
You know me like no other.
Like tigress in a storm,
this big cat’s going down.
Smitten, touched, heart wrenched,
a bloodied trophy on your prized shelf.
Don’t shake me so,
nor let me go.
Give me just a little time at hand
Soon I’ll leave you to your sand.
hi. i just came to know about your blog today and saw it. well, i'm truly amazed. you are fantastic !
ReplyDeletethe poetry you write, i'm already a fan of yours !
i would appreciate if you could write something about your opinion on LIFE and also how the thinking of people has changed with the passage of time.
thanks in advance!
mystery man
give me just a little time at hand
ReplyDeletetill the blood dries up in the sand
the body's nailed upon the wall
stripped & splayed, baring all
as you display the hunter's trophy
for the whole world to see
dont let me go
still just touch me so
If you think you are broken, you are;
ReplyDeleteIf you think you dare not, you don't;
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
Its almost a cinch you won't
If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a person's faith;
Its all in the state of mind.
Lifes battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster hand;
They go to the one who trusts in God
and always thinks "I can".
mystery man