A vibe's pangs

A vibe’s pangs

Her hands dangling down like pure white marble carved

Like her heart that poured moon beams cool into my head

When we went around the crowded village fair stalls, the

Clinking of glass, my heart beat so fast, a sweet jab on it

I placed the pang in my heart’s depth where we met again

Blue and green and red so dark they were part of her hands

Why it took so long to be back in their place, my fault it was

Poor thing I held her hands the music from her hands n voice

Told me that it was the beginning and end of our lives, it’s time

I took her home with me I can’t stand this pang that burns me alive

To The Diving Board

  To the diving board

I see your face dripping morning dews always
 you stand so close yet do not see my heart
you don’t Stay as one but a thousand in your mind

Not your fault you are snow flakes in winter

 I try to put you in one piece in my heart

But the wind of changes drags you back into bits

Look at my photo and I see you in my heart
touch my photo and you touch me in my heart
your whispers to me I hear them in my heart
  your roots have gone very deep into my heart

The heart listens to prayers yours and mine
 your mind belongs to your heart only like

The waves belong to the depths of the sea, you

Dive deep and deep into the mind’s beginning

Where a door opens to one heart yours and mine

When you find yourselves in one piece in my heart

I wait for you there remember a dream come true.

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About this poem:
I'm the heart