Her
Nereah Ochieng@nereahochieng483278
1 month ago
#poetry
Last night I saw her,
yes, Her,
Whom I owe the rib,
Who saw the day after me,
Whom was made from me
I saw her.
Last night I heard her,
Her ,,
Who through my sleep she was made,
Who was given authority,
The one I have been dreaming of,
To love my eyes and smile,
To hold And see through,
The one who will,
Melt my heart to the floor,
make me love her more everyday,
The one who,
when life gets me down,
She'll be there,
A good heart like hers
so rare,
The one who will,
make all my worries and problems dissapear,
And with her,
I'll have no fear,
I heard her last night!
Last night I felt her
who,
Her presence will be everything i need,
The one who, I'll touch with all my stanzas,
And leave her body yawning,
Who I'll kiss with words,
And leave her lips trembling,
who I'll feed in all my lines,
And will let her heart starve,
Who I'll hug ,
And dig my fingers into her ribs,
And her spirit will be in love with my metaphors,
Who will be the reason I drawn in love poetry,
Day in day out!
Last night I felt her
But like smoke she dissapeared,
But she did me a favor,
She left me traces,
Of love and pleasure,
Very visible and full of clarity,
One two three I'll follow them,
After this piece I'll follow them,
Yes! like smoke she dissapeared!
Peace.
