I know her name
I don’t think she told me her last
I know what she likes in bed
I don’t know her favorite color or even asked
I know her voice as much as I don’t know her birthday.
she was probably born in the summer or fall
she probably likes red.
Mines blue.
I had her breath in my mouth
and it brought new life.
who knew?
mine was withered and you..
seemed like an oasis
or was it the fiend of a droplet..
and the name of the lips were vacant?
Your eyes find the soul, I thought lost without it’s pair.. my heart trembles at your power.. my brain claws at despair, hoping for a way out.. or a way in..
Yet, you’re just a stranger..