Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2010
If you think for a moment
that I don't care for your smile
Let me apologize.
My face doesn't always match my heart.

Selfish though I am
my thoughts tug me towards
a quiet glen
a sanctuary of lush greens and -
a profusion of exotic comforts
to enjoy with you.
Always with you.
Written by
Laura
Please log in to view and add comments on poems