His eyes wild flowers dancing lazily across my body frozen in time
We both dared not speak for breaking quiet thoughts seemed to much a crime
When words finally fell from his perfectly misshapen lips
He told me he loved me and traced my skin with his fingertips
Love drunk I sighed and reached for his face
Forgetting anything else only focusing on this place
This place we only knew as our lovers secret hide out
Scattered with memories and hope there was no room for any doubt
If I had seen or predicted what was in sight
Maybe I would of held onto him tight that night
He left in the dark with those wild flower eyes
No letter no call slowly time always flies
His wild flower eyes that danced in the light seem now like a dried up haze
I sit here once again with my quiet thoughts looking out and just gaze.
I specifically didn't want this poem to flow. I intended it to be harder to read and awkward. That's why I titled it quiet thoughts, as its a rambling of thoughts!