Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2012
Her skin is like the smallest of olives
With hair like the softness of the rain
Her scent carries like the rose of Sharyn
With teeth whiter than ivory on black silk
The way she moves so slow is how do when I'm in pain
But she glides so smooth with out a care
She seems to be fine with the way that she moves me
Her silent eyes are singing out to steal me
I wonder what it would be like to just touch her hand
Sinking ever so slowly into dreamland
Sun rays shine down upon her head
Like headlights in the dark night
She digs her way out of my sight
I fall my way down that rabbit hole
Just to see her walking away from me
Oh God this isn’t over… ohh
Here I will sit on this earth and hover
Don’t deny the signs that fall on you
Don’t collapse the space that consumes the truth
Open up to fall in love again
Close the door and let it fall in
Oh sweet angel, sweet, sweet angel
On this dear day of love
Are all these words I write even enough?
I need to know you just to show you
The light that is deep within my eyes
It can brighten the darkest skies
One kiss will help this, one touch will open up.
Andrew McElroy
Written by
Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
711
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems