Sunday 6 December 2009

YOU COLOUR MY LIFE.

No matter how much control,
I desire to keep, not letting go
Of my quality of self and soul,
Cultural make-up and all I've
Grown to know,
Loves careless air slices deeper
Than the sharpest knife,
Without which, Could I survive?
To keep parts of self from show
Can never suffice 
Because, no matter what,
 You colour my life. 
 

3 comments:

  1. I love this one it resonates with me.
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  2. Great poem VF

    Dewdrop
    xx

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  3. Thankyou Jupiterchildren, for your heartfelt comment!

    Thankyou Dewdrop, appreciate your comment!

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