Drift.

Your arms.

 

Your hands.

 

Your eyes.

 

Your creamy, white, skin.

 

Your legs.

 

Your hair.

 

Your thin, ruby, lips.

 

 

Tonight I'm gonna sit and think

About the words we never say

Look at this in a different perception

And feel nothing anyway

I might update my thoughts of you

Or sing a sad song to the kitchen walls of blue

But in the end just remembering your skin

Will cause my comatose to begin.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

kkinda short. also really crap....

Reviews

[Secondhand Tink]

Ohh I dont remember this poem, but I really like it actually.

Love the short lines, gives them more emphasis nd imagery!

Tis gr8 u know.