And if I were to bleed,
on your sweet linen,
forgive me, as the gold
in a sea of beautiful trees
that they may call your eyes,
put a force in me that has
caught the attention
of a young tide crashing blue-
eyed gentleman.
And if I were to speak
to you so gently and elegantly,
i would speak with words
of paint, to express in the
shade of yellow,
that somehow, someway
i had found the land
that met the ocean.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
