OK, hehe, I am not the best poet, but I figgered, 'hey, why not share at SotW'. Y'all are very friendly, hehe.


Untitled, but it Hurts
Damn the barrier between you and I!
We share a heart, I think,
but not an existance.
I feel that way, too-
Rhythm pounding in my head,
the sound of affection and raw
material.
I hear him in your footsteps.
Think me a fool
whilst I shed the coat of snow
life had draped me with.
Is it so wrong to want
to know your insides?
Was I brought too late,
or was I on time?
On time, indeed,
to have your presence
dangled before these bars.
Ironic.
I hear you speak
among the spruce groves.
Anne, love, I have found
that pesky street sign.
Everything is where you left it
AND more.

Mercy, she says.
MERCY, I scream!
Eve if I did
call your name,
it would be to deaf ears
and a sane mind.
Even if I did
show for you,
it would be to blind skyblue
that lights your face
and robs your speech.

PG
...Radioactive wolfie?

The poem is awesome! And your art is really good too, especially the wolf thingy.