The rasp in your voice
is enough to send me
into oblivion. Your laugh
is an infectious rippling
through my core.
Your eyes gleam like
the moons reflection
on a lake.
I burn for you. But
you dont even know I exist.
YOU ARE READING
Philosophical perspectives {poems}
PoetryHi gorgeous >When my thoughts and feelings are suffocating me and I can't bear it any longer I resolve to poetry. >>Poetry is a form of art with which I can relate the unsaid to. I don't feel as alone knowing others are feeling the same thing as I...
