"rememher" poems
How I long for your breath
as night flows round
even in death
i wont escape the sound
of your voice
and the light in your eyes
i won't find another
in a million trys
that can make me feel
the way that you do
my heart how it aches
for only you
your dark lovely eyes
sweet red lips
smooth warm skin
tender finger tips
here is the night
leaves only us
seem'd the ride be free
but turns out to be a bus.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC