Laying here alone
upon a bed
of unread poetry...
inkstained fingers
smudge my eyes
and
taint my lips.
I scream in exclamation marks!
If only one line
one word
could describe my need
of you
would I even know it...
want...no
desire...not even close
Forever...forever tastes right upon my tongue
if only
if only
If only that one word could be ours
would I write no more.
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC
Laying here alone
upon a bed
of unread poetry...
inkstained fingers
smudge my eyes
and
taint my lips.
I scream in exclamation marks!
If only one line
one word
could describe my need
of you
would I even know it...
want...no
desire...not even close
Forever...forever tastes right upon my tongue
if only
if only
If only that one word could be ours
would I write no more.
For someone special to let them know three words are two too many