Mar 2015
She wishes
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest
To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests
To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck
To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt
To be loved
Not to have just ***
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest
To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests
To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck
To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt
To be loved
Not to have just ***
Now just read the bold.
It still tells the story.
Please visit my Facebook page titled "GvSparx". I am on an initiative to write about people's lives in verse. I am not soliciting money, just a slice of your life not many have tasted.
It still tells the story.
Please visit my Facebook page titled "GvSparx". I am on an initiative to write about people's lives in verse. I am not soliciting money, just a slice of your life not many have tasted.
(Delhi, India)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
