that i even care,
when you’re not listening,
as if you’re not even there
how do I explain how I really feel,
when you’re taking me around on a the roundabout wheel?
no lies,
no love,
a mountain full of tears,
and a sky full of doves,
i can tell the stories,
it ain’t getting me nowhere,
made the effort,
the ice age cometh i fear.
12 comments:
Love the emotion in this babe and the pic is beautiful xxxx
One Shot peeps are gonna think we coordinated our poems again but we never do. Must just be in sink.
that was suppose ta sync not sink!
Bugga down the drain again!
So well described...that cold shoulder.
I love that you are in sync with KB
boy that would be a chilly ice age
the silent person in my poem would feel right at home
Thanks WS for the Shot
Moon smiles
I liked this--it reminds me of cowboys around a campfire telling tall tales but not telling everything. I've been taken for a few rides myself on the roundabout wheel...
well described..
--Someone is Special--
The warmth of Love's fire will hold back the cold, even if there's only glowing coals.
(A little hot breath and the right fuel can help the fire grow)
Nice One Shot, Whitesnake!
..that i even care,
when you’re not listening...
was the line that grabbed me most..this speaks volumes..
Hi
Beautiful words... I enjoyed it so much...
'a mountain full of tears,
and a sky full of doves,'
Thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Been throught that ice age already...you captured that experience perfectly in your poem...a wonderful one shot Whitesnake!
This is great. I've been kind of focused on male-female communications lately, and this was playing a familiar tune.
great oneshot...felt that...keep sharing...cheers pete
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