Poetry arrow
My poetry is like a speeding arrow, aiming for your heart, hoping to hit it's target though the distance is dreams apart
Flying through the ethereal plain, shooting through the void, hoping that you catch it, and my words you don't avoid
With a quiver full of stanzas, and a bow that's made of rhyme, I let another poem loose, to tell you that you're mine
A reminder sent true and fast, my arrow brings my words that's true, about all my inner feelings and the nightly dreams I have of you
I can only hope they find you, I hope they landed where I aimed, now you can feel the way I feel, I hope you feel the same
Sending arrows out into the void, trying to find the girl of my dreams, may sound kind of crazy but it's not as silly as it seems
Who knows what if one strikes home, and my dream girl feels this rhyme, she may send back her arrow, to show me she is mine
THE KINKY POET
