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I love the colour of his skin, And the warmth in his eyes, I love the freckles dispersed across his nose, The mark under his right eye, I love his his brutally embarrassing dance moves, that he calls me "my girl" I love How he can throw me over his shoulder like a doll, how he makes me feel beautiful, brilliant and **** I love How he calms me when I spiral, How he makes me laugh so much I cry, I love his clear ,crisp, distinct voice of reason, And The little things he does to supprise me, I love his road rage, And How he makes me feel brave, I love How hugs me when I cave, His smell when I nuzzle in I love how we never run out of topics, How the day can fade away. I don't love that he loves not just me, The pain I've caused him, Spit Roads to uncertainty, I don't love how I fear he can sink and drown, And I don't feel strong enough to rescue him, To bring him back to safe ground like he could do for me, I'm not qualified in that field, like she. But what I don't love the most is even though I would try my hardest to save him I'm afraid he could drag us both down. All three together, rock bottom searching for stable ground.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Him.
I love the colour of his skin, And the warmth in his eyes, I love the freckles dispersed across his nose, The mark under his right eye, I love his his brutally embarrassing dance moves, that he calls me "my girl" I love How he can throw me over his shoulder like a doll, how he makes me feel beautiful, brilliant and **** I love How he calms me when I spiral, How he makes me laugh so much I cry, I love his clear ,crisp, distinct voice of reason, And The little things he does to supprise me, I love his road rage, And How he makes me feel brave, I love How hugs me when I cave, His smell when I nuzzle in I love how we never run out of topics, How the day can fade away. I don't love that he loves not just me, The pain I've caused him, Spit Roads to uncertainty, I don't love how I fear he can sink and drown, And I don't feel strong enough to rescue him, To bring him back to safe ground like he could do for me, I'm not qualified in that field, like she. But what I don't love the most is even though I would try my hardest to save him I'm afraid he could drag us both down. All three together, rock bottom searching for stable ground.
lisa-murphy
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
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