Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The black of your faded comforter and grey walls with paint swatches in tasteful shades of yellow Against our timid skin blushing with sun exposure we have not seen in months Dim rays slipping in between the blinds and the rain –in line segments– makes its way down your window We whisper so the neighbors cannot hear us pretending to make promises Five past four still too early
0
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Five Past Four
The black of your faded comforter and grey walls with paint swatches in tasteful shades of yellow Against our timid skin blushing with sun exposure we have not seen in months Dim rays slipping in between the blinds and the rain –in line segments– makes its way down your window We whisper so the neighbors cannot hear us pretending to make promises Five past four still too early
molly-hart
Written by
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem