Treasure Island

Paul Cutting

(11/26/58 / New Haven CT)

Feel this (now it is finished)


I hope to make you read this
I hope to be a realist
I want you to have to deal with
exactly how I feel this

I want my words to soul kiss
your lips flutter to utter
my words will rap around us
my heart will turn to star dust

you have my love so tethered
your an angle pure and feathered
I've only words to tell of
my pathetic soul is in love

Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2009
Edited: Friday, September 18, 2009

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