Your screeching voice is music to my ears.
The glide of Your eyes; they throw away my fears.
The way You talk; the things You do,
These are, what I remember best; about You.
You held me close just to whisper sweet words.
You pushed me away just so You could utter "please stay".
The way You move; the things You do,
These are, what I remember best; about You.
The weight of Your hands; to me they are like silk.
The weight of Your stare; melts me right where I sit.
The way You look; the things You do.
These are, what I remember best; about You.
The bend of Your looks,
The dance of Your moves,
The lift of Your voice; everything pierces through.
These are, what I remember best; about You.
These things, they are; no longer true :(
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
