Mr Slickwickett
Deep inside, there is a big hole,
and creeping around, is my little soul.
There's such a big hole, because something is missing.
somebody who, I have an urge to be kissing.
If people knew, they'd say she's smitten,
she's madly in love, with her little Mitten.
But alas it's no good, my heart it rips,
back to the dream, of his tender lips.
In my dream, I feel my mind,
I also feel, someone so kind.
I dreamt he held me, in his arms,
I fell for his, cheeky charms.
But I still, fear to say I love you,
for my face will swell, and lips turn blue.
I want my head, to be held in his hands,
protected from, a harsh world of demands.
And everytime, I gaze into his eyes,
I feel like a cloud, lost in the skies.
I want a happy, loved filled life,
but I may have lost it, because of a knife.
Stupid moments, where my limbs ran red,
points in my life, where I felt dead.
The limbs in question, burnt like fire,
partly because, of a lack of desire.
Now I'm stuck, with a load of scars,
forever embedded, like the night time stars.
There's something I long for, I'd love so much,
A warm hand on my shoulder, a gentle touch.
I quite often dream, that there's someone for me,
a person out there, who could simply be.
But when I'm awake, I have to ask why,
this quite often results, in my need to cry.
Sometimes I need, to blast out and scream,
but I hold back, as I do in my dream.
One day I'd like, to make a new start,
release my dreams,open my heart.
I really just want, someone to love,
someone who's hand, fits my glove.
Then now and again, when I hear his name flutter,
my mind melts, and my heart turns to butter.
So until we meet, in the dark of my mind,
I'll end it with, a sense so blind.
Please don't let me, fade away,
I want to be with you, everyday.
So kiss my lips, hold me close,
never let me, be a ghost.
© Lady Jacqueline (Saucy Gibbon Forum member)
