(Take care, my sax-sexy friend...)
hung on the black velvet sky
the moon shone like a lost piece
of semi-precious necklace
Tarnished and pitted but
wellknown and loved
She comforts as a memory
of your grandmother
that lays quiet in the
red velvet of your heart
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Hey dayse! I am flattered you posted my poem. I never "published" a poem before. If you will allow some self-critisism I might say it has one too many cliche metaphores (two too many? too, too many?) but was fun to do.
see ya around
You know, I'm deaf and blind to everything but your heart.
Really, I loved it.
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