my body is pulling down on you <br />five feet below and arms to crow <br />the approach couldn't ordain, how? <br />but your senses vergely grown. <br /> <br />I loss my sight, seeing only one side <br />and walk on my feet swift the ground <br />wholly jumpy my heart want to shout <br />ouch, im teared out, blemish my tangs. <br /> <br />the feelings rose high across <br />didn't fright to prose, disputed them all <br />for this melody will vent you float, <br />demeanor your soul and stir your thoughts. <br /> <br />a piece of silence paint you special <br />more than a series of an anecdotal <br />pick any word and it caress you all over <br />rhythm of actions talk more deeper.<br /><br />immanuel santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modest-love/
