Your voice in a crowd stands out
Like the blue veins in my hands
That pump blood filled with
Thoughts of only
You
Your galaxy eyes consume me
Leave me floating toward the tiny specks
Of gold
And drowning within the depths of your
Mind
Filled with all of your understanding and
Knowledge of everything in this reality
Your pale, raw lips invite me
They exist in every corner of my mind
Bitten with a set sadness
And determination
Pursed with an inexplicable
Need
Painted with faded outlines of desperate Daydreams
Scb
I just realized I write all of my romantic poems based on daydreams instead of real people .......
