Because of this I was inspired to write a love-poem. Unfortunently, I could only fit the first few lines of my poem in a tweet. Here is the full version. Thi is intented to be a love-poem from a kind of unhinged perspective, creepy rather than romantic. I’ll leave it to you to judge wheather I succeded or not, but for what its worth, I think I creeped myself out… Title suggested by streetfelineblue
Toadstools are red
Red like rust
Love can yield to
common lust
Scarabs are violet
Like amethyst
Love should be born
in a tryst
Secrets are black
black like a scream
I want to meet in
a honey dream
Memories are bright
bright like sin
I will know you
from deep within
Cats are tabby
Tabby and grey
I know I can wait
for just one day
Darkness has colour
that colour is blue
when the day is over
I’m coming for you
edited by Owlor on 2/12/2012
edited by Owlor on 2/13/2012
edited by Owlor on 2/13/2012