Jan 2014
I remember a girl whose eyes were liquid fire
Whose passion dragged me under
She had lips frozen by winter
That melted on touch
Between summer and autumn
The air breathed hot and cold around her
And her eyes grew soft
And her heart grew close
We lost a year in a teenage rush
Of after school talks, and pre-dawn love
Of where we’d go, and what we’d become
A forever we never touched
Whose passion dragged me under
She had lips frozen by winter
That melted on touch
Between summer and autumn
The air breathed hot and cold around her
And her eyes grew soft
And her heart grew close
We lost a year in a teenage rush
Of after school talks, and pre-dawn love
Of where we’d go, and what we’d become
A forever we never touched
8:13am, January 8th 2014
Just a piece explaining of my previous poem. I like writing little explanations to all my poems, and sometimes the explanation turns out better than the poem. They're a lot more down to earth.
Just a piece explaining of my previous poem. I like writing little explanations to all my poems, and sometimes the explanation turns out better than the poem. They're a lot more down to earth.
