You're the sunlight
On a dying plant
You're the fresh breeze of air
In the burning warmth.
You are the man of my dreams
You are the man of my life
You're all mine
Until it's time.
I could look at you for my whole life
Wearing a smile which isn't fake
For the very first time
Even if it's a crime.
Your wet hair will be the death of me
That black denim jacket suits you
You could say that I was not good
And I would mindlessly agree.
Everyone looks ugly
When you enter
Everyone looks pretty
When you enter.
Eyes don't leave you
Until they water
When I look at you
I'm nobody's daughter.
Your tall frame could overshadow me
And I'd still plead
For no mercy
For I am not a queen.
How empty of me
To love you fully
How content of me
To give you my everything.
Your big hands look like the hands of god
Your eyes look like the eyes of aphrodite
I could forever get lost
I could never be found.
I could worship you
You're my lord
I could preach you
Even if it burned.
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
