Special My thoughts May edition. My attempt at poetry.
I didn’t have Sherlock in mind when I wrote it but then I saw this picture and….you know. He’s Sherlock. And I am Sherlocked. I’m Benedicted. I’m a Cumberbitch. You can read the poem now.
Title – Oh blue-eyed angel.
Oh! blue eyed angel, The demons you fight.
You may not be mine. I have no right.
You tear up, but your eyes aren’t crying
They are the oceans that won’t be drying
Come rattle the stars in quiet
And bring your dark light.
I’ll hush but I won’t sleep.
You won’t come but I won’t weep
Ignite the sensation,
There is desperation
But you will have to go.
I can’t handle this anymore.
Cry me a river and I’ll swim through
Blood on the edges, but I’ll crawl to you
And time stands still… Wind blowing
Gold shines sun.. Words snowing
‘Stay’ I say,
‘Stay’ I beg,
‘Stay’ I think.
But ‘Stay’ you never did.