Pale fingers
running through
your messy black hair;
Cherry lips
counting freckles
on your button nose;
Hazel eyes
looking into your
black, lively ones;
Tanned skin
slowly melting in
your alabaster arms;
Lonely heart
seeking yours
wondering where you are.
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
The Ghost of You
Pale fingers
running through
your messy black hair;
Cherry lips
counting freckles
on your button nose;
Hazel eyes
looking into your
black, lively ones;
Tanned skin
slowly melting in
your alabaster arms;
Lonely heart
seeking yours
wondering where you are.