could be me

chadwick

don't know where to be
could be me

definitely she is beautiful and on
she is a dove tasting sweet peach blossoms
gnawing at what would be my spine
if i had one
and if i am

she is light years away
closer to day's moon
could be an old pirate ship
lost at sea
that would be me
if i were me

or a song
playing in the distance
between
filling in the entire space
spinning above all these planets
i go or i stay
unless empty
and never was spun

perhaps a cool drink of water
if i had a desert for her
or just a sandy throat for myself to breathe
if i had a self to have or be without
could be
i never have been
probably not this one
most likely another one
a different flower
a unique kiss
a special touch
a dream here or there
a dream nor here or there

when she needed a villa
all a pink rose
each shuffling cobblestone walk

footsteps clearly unclear
unlike a winter walk hearing the crunch
the church bells
but not there
kinda hollow
undecisive
lonely and weak
just waiting for a rainbow
waiting for a shine
my mermaid and i
maybe my headstone reads
rest in peace
before i had it held in my grasp
never had hands so much
never had a handle on it
don't know when i was (or "where" i was, or "who" i was....)
not even i without it
besides
nothing drives like her eyes
through what appears to be
flesh and seafoam
i just wish i could be

rollings

could be
in on or around an
awesome poetic form

justam

This one is pretty. :thumbup:

mikalina

lovely poem....