36 hours spent in your home
On the 6th of December.
36 hours spent with you,
With me in your sweater.
Every night's enchantment,
You'll be the Knight
and I'll be the dame
Sneaking through lightened windows,
Through star-thickened nights
Knock the fogging windows,
Seeking compensation
For the heatless wind outside.
Roses, freckles blooming
Kisses planted, singing
Red, white, green sweaters
Pillows stuffed with cotton
Reminds me of Eros and Psyche, lovers
With the wax candle burning.
Soft lips touching,
Tender sighs, laughing
With me on your shoulder,
While the night's getting colder
Soft candle glowing
Soft touches flowing
Haven't you heard,
Our love is like chaos,
Flammable, but already soaring,
Like Icarus to the sun.
Roses, freckles blooming
Tight hugs, eyes are closing
I still remember
The 6th of December
With my head on your shoulder
And you on my sweater
The soft candle glows
The music's so slow
Your eyes' lost in mine
On the 6th of December.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
