313 Poetry
A poem I wrote called Friends to ???!?here's the poemFriends Too ???!?!Have we found something that could last forever? In the definition of never, equal to nothing but the grace that replaced the wilted seed from before. Blackened to the core, as we ignore the feelings that lay before us, because we're like bother and sister and to take that chance is to take a lance to our friendship which floats on your skin like a hand that has only one plan. As we engage is something we have never done together lips, heart, and bliss. Hands in unfamiliar places? What use to be just hanging out has now become a date as we ask fate, to take us and use us even if we don't make the cut, so what the fuck, the heavy, breathing has began to start at the end a clock that once said five now says ten . Once in the morning light we didn't do what I think we did, right? And a whisper that has been pending since the innocent age of six,..yo can view and here more from me at www.myspace.com/williamcolterv