Your noises are ghosts down my memory,
Like fire ****** in the soft air.
Your set cold eyelids,
Joy left in my skin,
After warm eyes .
I can't close the voices
Your close fire ground .
Mostly noises,
Left like soft memories,
I am miles from warm arms.
After joy, where you left ghosts,
Until something exhausted picks that memory off
My eyelids.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Your noises are ghosts down my memory,
Like fire ****** in the soft air.
Your set cold eyelids,
Joy left in my skin,
After warm eyes .
I can't close the voices
Your close fire ground .
Mostly noises,
Left like soft memories,
I am miles from warm arms.
After joy, where you left ghosts,
Until something exhausted picks that memory off
My eyelids.
inspired by a song