Tattoo my soul with songs of love
and pierce my heart with kisses,
A permanent display of trust
and everlasting wishes.
I'll drink your love in till I'm drunk
and smoke out all your sorrows,
I'll be the tea in which you dunk
your biscuit of tomorrows.
I'll treasure you like precious gold -
engrave your name with mine,
And through the years, we won't get old -
but mature, like vintage wine.
I cannot hope or dream of more
or less than what we've got,
I'll love you when you're frail and poor -
I'll love with all I've got.
Just tell me that you feel the same
and that we'll stay together,
'cos even if you leave me -
this tattoo will last forever.
Billie Dee
Poetry is dying in a time where words have never been more powerful. Fill your cup, drink in my world - Let me inspire you, let me empower you, let me entertain you.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Escape
There’s nothing to do, so I roll another,
A midnight drink for a lonely lover,
Trying to get high, but it’s getting me down,
I paint on a smile but it looks like a frown.
Ignoring the calls from my chronic mother,
I need to escape her malignant smother,
So I wonder the stagnant streets at night,
Don’t mind if I’m wrong, don’t care if I’m right.
Help me escape from this endless depression,
Lift from my shoulders life’s heavy oppression,
Open my eyes, so again I can see -
And be happy, contented, in just being me.
Billie Dee
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