Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Watching her sitting on the edge of that rooftop, Two inches to fall, or maybe to fly Enjoying the fresh cold air there Moving towards her, getting near, Reached her screaming face She was too afraid of fall Very near, my frozen hands escaped to her back, Seeking warmth I said, but nothing just to pull her even closer Asking for her pleasure Wanting to kiss her, her lips Slowly leaned in to get a moment of magic, A moment of her. And that's how I ended and stared my year.
0
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Keeping it special
Watching her sitting on the edge of that rooftop, Two inches to fall, or maybe to fly Enjoying the fresh cold air there Moving towards her, getting near, Reached her screaming face She was too afraid of fall Very near, my frozen hands escaped to her back, Seeking warmth I said, but nothing just to pull her even closer Asking for her pleasure Wanting to kiss her, her lips Slowly leaned in to get a moment of magic, A moment of her. And that's how I ended and stared my year.
se18
Written by
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem