Too Late Now

I find it hard to be honest
with myself
but I can't deny
seeing you
spreads a fire
up my cheeks
your lips create a buzz that
will only be quieted once mine can touch
and your eyes rest on nothing
and such nothingness I crave to hold
trace my weaknesses
I want to run your fingers
through the cracks in my soul

Reviews

[Saddam]

Wow..what a good poem is that. Love is like nothing...and nothing is nothing for love... Good pen on dear friend.

[Aly_Mello]

This is really good. I can't wait to read more of your writing.