

The King On The String Home is where the heart isThe King On The String by ~TheBloodWriter
and mine is in your hands
I know you do not know this
but you need not understand
Mine is in good keeping
for I trust you through and through
and though I seem unweeping
I shed tears of joy for you
because of all the beauty
which I see inside your eyes
I am reminded of my duty
and to my pen apply
the thoughts that I am feeling
and the sensations I have learned
which your presence lends to being
through which my heart has earned
the gentle sweetness of that grace
which indicates your every move
the mischief bright upon your face
that with every word you prove
I cannot help but keep in check
that


Love Sensations A sunburn on a cheek bed;Love Sensations by ~TheBloodWriter
a sore flesh, pure wine red.
A wounded heart, a heavy head
knocks against the ribs again.
A kiss comes, clouds glide across.
A whisper, of a coming frost
reminiscent of a sense of loss,
and one who's found again
A bright girl, like a ribbon, twirls;
whips around, forever she unfurls.
Brilliant as ambrosia, in my arms, she curls.
I whimper: 'I am in love again'.