SELF PORTRAIT BY: Red Velvet Hair
Love, help my hands write… A poem that whispers loud With melodies full of moisture as cloud With lyrics that never fails to caress With passion no soul can suppress Love, help me write her a poem!
Willow aka Red Velvet Hair is a freelance photographer that enjoys jumping out of windows, dancing and baking brownies.
Love, help my soul bleed… With words that nip each bud of her fears And wipe away her tasty tears Words to make her giggle and mumble Stumble in my arms, ready to mingle and tangle Love, help me write her a poem! Love, help me speak the truth… That my heart she stole I’m her prisoner on parole Not blamelessas God’s steward… No longer a wondering shepherd Love, help me write her a poem! Love, help me apologize… For times I’ve made her sob like a child Making her bitter, driving her wild Denying her space to let her mood calm Delaying to say sorry when holding her palm Love, help me write her a poem! Love, help me acquire wisdom… For this is along path we’ve got to tread And each others hearts we’ve got to read In happiness and pain we’ve to cling For what we have is not a fling Love, help me write her a poem! Love, help me remind her…. Of days gone, when she made my