The way you speak is poetic
I get lost in your words
I lose track of time
When I watch your lips
form every beautiful Rhyme,
as if they were
to kiss my skin
(a thought I dream of)
the way you move
couldn't be described
just being written
every thing about you
might be imperfect
but not to me
my mind will wander
but it will never neglect
the thought of your
poetic lips on me
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
The way you speak is poetic
I get lost in your words
I lose track of time
When I watch your lips
form every beautiful Rhyme,
as if they were
to kiss my skin
(a thought I dream of)
the way you move
couldn't be described
just being written
every thing about you
might be imperfect
but not to me
my mind will wander
but it will never neglect
the thought of your
poetic lips on me
Just a draft I wrote.
My first full poem in a while. Im trying to get my spark back
