You are
rain on a sunday morning
a safety blanket
amidst foreign sheets
You are
a stormy sea
tsunami tides
they draw me in
You are
a shot of whiskey
taste that lingers
on my wine-stained lips
You are
a reverie only the
wild mind can concur
they say
don't touch masterpieces
but let me hold your hand.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
You are
rain on a sunday morning
a safety blanket
amidst foreign sheets
You are
a stormy sea
tsunami tides
they draw me in
You are
a shot of whiskey
taste that lingers
on my wine-stained lips
You are
a reverie only the
wild mind can concur
they say
don't touch masterpieces
but let me hold your hand.
