Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the way it comes to me'
is like the tree
having roots, seasons, timelessness
leaves falling on the spot
she had loved the hardest
waiting
she knew
he was still angry
that things had gone this way
how could i heal that?

i know he knows i love him still
just couldnt quite make it up the hill

miss you, kiss you- want you
but today i just have to speak to the seas
because i could never seem to please
let go of all those fleas
that dog is sleeping

women are weeping
that dream of love
floats like a turtle

surrounded by a shell
that contorts the bang
of all that slang
rolling of that tongue
where is the fun

they tell me if you arent having fun
you arent doing it right

i learned to have fun
a serious child
introspective and self centered
he was like me

certainly
we had some hot moments

i know he loves me too=

beautiful little poem jana, full of musical sounds, and the passion of young love that had taken a turn at some point.......and now .........is just a warm memory

oui bon jour- this is the passion of a young woman- beautiful- thanx for the feed back- aloha