I have a way of saying I love you
To every word that escapes my mind
Where do you travel to?
Do you fall beneath conscious sheets
Or attach to my soul with glue?
How many days I spent collecting you?
In a noisy basket full of pride and panic
I guess half a dozen and few.
Enchanted by your power, your snobbish hue
I search an empty basket over, over again
This breath is wasted! This mind is subdued.
Tina RSH ©
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
I have a way of saying I love you
To every word that escapes my mind
Where do you travel to?
Do you fall beneath conscious sheets
Or attach to my soul with glue?
How many days I spent collecting you?
In a noisy basket full of pride and panic
I guess half a dozen and few.
Enchanted by your power, your snobbish hue
I search an empty basket over, over again
This breath is wasted! This mind is subdued.
Tina RSH ©
