Poems from phil
As I sit there stroking the strands of lickorish silk from your head,
I think of our future, the things we would do, the things would see...
My Thoughts drip and trickle onto a silver plate,
As I try to contemplate their love and their hate.
Soon it overflows and stains a White...
The more we talked the less we found strangers of ourselves,
And the more we remembered,
Remembered about how perfect this world was...
Sometimes I look into the deep opals of those peaceful eyes
and I wonder what thoughts go on behind them in that beautiful mind of yours,...
I want to wake up on a rainy day and feel the excitement of being able to stay home
with you in my arms, and be able to be led through a...