• Passion



    You the crafter.

    You the writer of words.

    You kill with one verb.

    You seduce with another.

    You know, yet not.

    I am the prisoner unseen, unknown.

    I am the lover.

    You don't know.

    You have entranced me.

    You with your words.

    You with a pen.

    You with a paper.

    You with the thought.

    Me it reaches from miles away.

    Me it seduces.

    I the elusive.

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    pantleg commented on Elusive


    I liked it simple but revealingly elusive

    cottonluv commented on Elusive


    nice vixy.i like.good work

    NacolleMarie commented on Elusive


    awesome i love this

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    vixyzhalo’s Poems (15)

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    Naughty 2
    Black satin sheets 1
    Crucifixion 1
    Deception 0
    Craddle me 0
    Remember 1
    Sleepy 0
    Creep 2
    Elusive 4
    Bleed 4
    The other side 1
    Twisted 5
    Blue 1
    Open Book 1
    Prison 3