11/13/2007

from my beautiful pink journal vol.1

11-13-07


11-13-07


the key


the key

in my hand

i unlock the door

and let myself in

i stayed there

with you

in the miles of

forever----


your heart…..

~ 11-13-07


The Butterfly


he loves her

like a butterfly

only like a sweet elegant butterfly

the way she grooves

the way she flows

dancing around him

he knows he’s like a flower

waiting for his beautiful beauty

to arrive

and sit on his delicate petals

there she comes

flying with her wings of sweet kisses

in the air

cos she loves him

just like a pretty flower

the way he open his arms to her

the way he kissed her

as he adore her so

~











11-13-07


bones


bones

lied down

in the dusk of sand

where

hearts are hidden

like a treasure


and i know

those bones of a soul is buried

somewhere in

your eyes

i couldn’t find that

twinkle

i’m still searching…

~


6 comments:

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

these are great!

Carol said...

Of course, a pink journal...
Your poems are beautiful in pink.

polona said...

beautiful emotions!

Kai C. said...

:)thank you

Ellen M Johns said...

Great writing Kai.

ardi k said...

i really like "the key"
so much said
hearts don't lie