when my heart stops beating it's because I see her.
when my palms start sweating it's because I see her.
when my breath has been taken it's because I see her.
i could say i love you in many ways, but none amount to the feelings i have.
the sparkling orbs of which are your eyes,
the hair i love to stroke as you fall asleep,
the lips that so softly press against mine with such meaning.
her heart that never stops beating
when i'm slowly dying in her arms, all i see is her.
YOU ARE READING
when my lighter drops
Poetryhow i feel, how i felt, the way i write. small things i talk about in my mind
