A Distance Too FondA Poem by Erin ThomasHere I am, in menuet, Where all I really want is regret. I beg you in sarabande, From a distance I am too fond Of taking things in allegro. Now waiting for you to respond To my scherzino All melody, bar the casino I can’t gamble No preamble. A kiss, hold the fermata Don’t let go. Hanging on my only crescendo. Time you waste for innuendo. My heart beats a flutter of vibrato Even with a beat reply staccato. I live in a perfect melody Where I all I want is your complexity. The dark knight, a princess can’t resist Magnetic discords, the world and pure intensity. © 2012 Erin ThomasAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 9, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 AuthorErin ThomasAboutI'm a student. Contact me if you want to know more. I write for myself (and for my classes when needed). However, I am always looking for ways to improve! more..Writing
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