as soft as a cotton flower
as hard as a rock
we could stay up all night
listening to rock and roll.
people come and people go
but she is different
all of her words stay in my heart, printed
attractive as hell, leaving everyone tempted.
round glasses with a shine of gold
those eyes are a sight to behold
that blush on her face so loud
just a smile and people stand astound.
when no one was there
she remained
fixed my broken soul
protected me even if she had to become foul.
tears of happiness
laughs of sadness
she's the perfect girl
with a tinge of madness.
she makes autumn feel like spring
making me bloom when it's time to shed
in cold winter nights
she is my hot cup of coffee.
no secrets and lies
we can't be separate ever
we'll be together even after the universe dies.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
