Melt me to glass.

When you made those words move, my heart began to stir.
Awakened by the knowledge that its your warmth.
Child like you, child I am, children we are alike.
Mature in the fashion of no philosophical restrictions.

Because we are more beautiful than scenery, or wordy imagery.
Silk smooth, the color in your eyes.
They wrap around mine. (Mine.)

For what seems to be hours.

By the time on my watch it says we are always together.
Won't you come to see the southern weather... (It misses you.)

You held my hand, and smiled like it was your favorite toy.
All the while making this young man feel unstoppable. (A bulletproof boy.)
Child like you, child I am, children we are alike.
Innocent in the fashion of us, we share wings and a halo.

Baby don't you know...

That, we are more beautiful than scenery, or wordy imagery.
Silk smooth, the color in your eyes.
They wrap around mine. (Mine.)

To calm the battle scars, and kiss the burned spots.
Of where I think too much.

In turn I hope for way to make you feel the same.
It's too late, you already do.
We are an hour fast.
Cause baby you and me, we've got class.

Don't you know baby?

That, we are more beautiful than scenery, or wordy imagery.
Silk smooth, the color in your eyes.
They wrap around mine. (Mine.)

Reviews

[Natalie C]

Now this one I really liked.
Hmm reads like a song, there wouldn't be backing music for this one, would there? 'Cause if so I would really love to hear the whole end product, think it will really be brilliant.
Wonderful imagery and your words seemed to flow perfectly emphasizing the whole feel behind this piece.
Nice one!

"Because we are more beautiful than scenery, or wordy imagery.
Silk smooth, the color in your eyes.
They wrap around mine. (Mine.)"

Simply beautiful stanza!

[Cassandra]

Beautiful. I also thought it read like a song

[Megan]

You don't know what you mean to me, just by reading your poetry I know that you mean those words you waited to say. And I don't think I could possibly begin to describe what you mean to me. Thanks for reaching out to me through the words of such a brillant young man, your words. You are my world and I love you baby. I'm the luckiest girl in the world because you are mine. (mine)

[Lydia R. Ferraro]

This was beautiful.
Pull out a guitar and play this sucker.

: )

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

this seems to be written almost lyrical. wonderffully written. nicely done.


Great Write.