Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
This isn't what I wanted.
Hands gripped
Eyes shut.
Keep them, keep them coming.
I said watch me take the nape of your neck with my lips and show you what it is like to have my chest on yours.
Is this what you meant when you said I reminded you of the moon?
How I escape every now and then but when I appear I take your breath away?
Because baby I see how you leave at dawn to chase the sun.
This isn't what I wanted.
His hands tangled in my hair when all I can think about is the last time I saw you
You were standing in that **** doorway, your eyes glistening
I asked you what was wrong
And you told me how you weren't afraid of the dark anymore.
Krista Abraham
Written by
Krista Abraham
772
     Lior Gavra and Tam Minh Vu
Please log in to view and add comments on poems