Your hands
Used to be mine
To hold,
But now they
Run upon
Her curves.
Your lips
Used to be mine
To kiss
But now they
Are saying
Her name.
Your eyes
Used to meet mine
But now
They explore
Her body.
Your voice
Used to say my name
Like sharp glass
On a hot day
But now
They say hers
Like silk and roses.
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoetryBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...
