You must be joking,....
Your lips look sweet....
As imagining can be when we don't meet.....
You make electric surge,....
Through my lower intestines,....
Butterflies supposed but with painful
intentions.....
Capturing your voice,....
I try to forget,....
Nothing but love and occasional fret....
As useless as wishes ....
As dirty as glass,....
fighting for stability in an invisible cast.....
I wish I could say it....
I love you it seems.....
Alas Villains never win and are not allowed to
dream.....
Edward Ramsden
I miss the days when i could share my poetry with the world
Those days have long gone and I shall forever write in electric type.
Behind a wall of someone else's name.
To a soul that will never respond.
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