Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
The sun is the only distress.
As we lay 'neath the blue sky.
Without a care.
Our skin was hot,
Even as the sun went down.
And the stars had never looked so bright.
But the brightest thing,
Was the smile
Laying in the girl wearing it.
Who's only distress was the sun.
Portland Grace
Written by
Portland Grace  23/F
(23/F)   
334
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems