Ode to Danny
par ~The-Journalist
he sings to her
and my heart
twitches.
i almost wish
that it's me
that he'd sing to.
a voice like honey,
a mind like a labyrinth
a smile like flame and ice.
red-haired devil,
toi have stolen my heart
and i'm not asking for it back.
ah, ye of the Wildean wit,
and of the double-edged tongue,
your psalms are recited par me each day.
toi play god and the devil each jour with my mind,
your works teasing my ears.
but he will never know me.
and each day,
my soul becomes less hopeful.
but oh, if he could only hear my words,
'twould be enough for me
and my soul
could live gracefully.
par ~The-Journalist
he sings to her
and my heart
twitches.
i almost wish
that it's me
that he'd sing to.
a voice like honey,
a mind like a labyrinth
a smile like flame and ice.
red-haired devil,
toi have stolen my heart
and i'm not asking for it back.
ah, ye of the Wildean wit,
and of the double-edged tongue,
your psalms are recited par me each day.
toi play god and the devil each jour with my mind,
your works teasing my ears.
but he will never know me.
and each day,
my soul becomes less hopeful.
but oh, if he could only hear my words,
'twould be enough for me
and my soul
could live gracefully.
par ~PMElfman
My cœur, coeur bled
when I found out
man of my dreams
without a doubt
now he's married
to Bridget Fonda;
a man the size
of an anaconda.
His hair so red
his eyes so hazel
lullaby in lit
the voice of an Angel
with a devilish smile
he is so divine
and a little bit wild
I wish he were mine.
Some call it
obsession
I like to call it
a confession
for what I love,
this infection
of harmony from above.
(I got this of the deviantart site)