| | My ex-girlfriend, Taylor, broke up with me on Saturday, and I'm trying to win her back. I wrote this poem for her and I'd like your opinion on it before I give it to her. The essence of spring, I watched your hair glisten with the light of a dawn morning. and with the eyes made of fire you embraced cold lips with the rouge dreams. With so many pains in my heart, I drive the energy of longing to touch. Broken tears and sweating hands produce my numb self. Always crying with the depressing thoughts. Like a young and wounded coyote, I am howling for your smile. Blessed girl, female of platinum stars -- the machinery of this sadness is crumbling my heart into a mess of nothing. Thanks |

