Thinking of cherybery and the post I made yesterday... I write poetry sometimes... just felt like sharing,

Passion throbs beneath my cheast,
Anticipation lies within my breast,
The need to be with you is very strong,
But to dwell on your absence seems so wrong,
Whenever I'm scared and shaking from a dream,
I think of your love and warmth- you and I as one or so it may seem,
Sometimes the night takes me so far away,
I transform into a stranger forever to stay,
They thrive on my suffering and laugh as superior,
leading me to believe I am nothing and they are my leadrer,
But always I return with the sun each day,
Forever in your arms I hope to stay.

I know my poetry is bizzar but I feel like sharing since I gave all my artwork away,
I have more if noone minds my style,
Patricia