Your Sheep

Your Sheep

A Poem by Courtney Peters

I hid outside your bedroom window;

Waiting outside for years.

Didn't you hearing me calling you?

Couldn't you taste my tears?

 

You'll never sleep alone;

I will always be there.

Moments will last in loves lust

As long as you stay in here.

 

Changes through the seasons,

Will never eliminate my feelings.

The rain shall wash away my pain

Of not touching your face.

 

You’re going under the covers darling

I will always watch you rest.

Will be the sheep that dance

That will make you drift to sleep.

 

 

© 2008 Courtney Peters


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Courtney..this is a very good write honey..I like your word usage and I think this is the best of all of your writing that i have read,,keep them coming little one..God bless Valentine

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Really well written. I am still trying to figure out the meaning behind the poem, But poems are best when there not obvious on the purpose, But different and makes the reader wonder.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fantastic! I loved "The rain shall wash away my pain; Of not touching your face." And liked the title and it's appearance in the poem a lot.

I think the first and second lines of the second stanza would read better if it you put "For I will always be there." The first stanza flowed incredibly well but that was lost in the second and third stanzas.

You rhymed in the first stanza with the second and fourth lines. But it did reoccur- Was this intentional? Why didn't you continue the rhyme?

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Courtney Peters
Courtney Peters

houston, TX



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I'm Courtney. I hate my name. Call me whatever you'd like. Music is my life. Without it, I'd be a vegetable. Friends keep me going. Without them, I'd be dead. I live in Texas. I hate Texas. Kidnap me,.. more..

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