untitled love bullshit

untitled love bullshit

A Poem by Hermione

and I send the seeds of you
down the well of me
and long ago flowered
in my sunlight, forever
made into a crown
beneath it moonlit strands
and never fail
your vines grow my limbs
never to be pruned they
will be forever green
if this love is a jungle
may you guide my feet
if this love is an ocean
I pray your heart to
carry on to my waves
if this love turns into lines
make it a circle please
I know what it is to speak of
forever, I know what it is to be
in the puppet's sleeves
but in your eyes,
may I forget all of these.

© 2010 Hermione


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Hermione
Hermione

Strawberry Fields, MI



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