a favourite memory strays my head of today
a picture taken without a film, simply engraved into my soul now
the soft clouds veiling my thinking haven't yet drifted away
the dimmed lights and sparkling eyes have my inner view captured
those strands loosely in the shifting of our positions
is this what it really feels like, I ask myself on the way home
because I can't stop telling those confessions
them sounding so sweet like bubbly tunes in a moonlit car
and my dreams have been lighter, of a soft brush of lips
so sweet like cherry blossoms, such a dream I will miss
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PuisiCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
