dress up

by walterdoege

its so hard to me to say goodbye…I regret my poor English literacy, but I like to write this way…rough way…raw writing…every date is a goodbye…the labor of love…sometimes painful…most of the time joyous…sometimes so painful that resembles a kind of death…body ache, soul ache…dress me up with your words…dress me up with your poems…dress me up with your lovely rhymes…I climb hills and mountains…sometimes an exhausting journey…its not a complain, but some moaning…dress me up with your attention and care…goodbyes haunt me, hurt me…tend to dwell with life journey…sometimes I sense another kind of sentiment…I take my clothes…my quilts…my rugs…my blankets…my clothes…to dress my body and soul…but dress me up with your lovely words…as for an elegant event…dress me up with your sweet voice…sweet words…to heal my woes…to release my joy…I’m in love…dress me up…for me to be elegant…dress me up, and you touch my skin…dress me up, if you’re in love too