My naked soul was wide open to you
waiting for your gentle touch
But you left me
as soon as you saw the pain
With a bottle of French wine.
My brave heart was wide open to you
waiting for your gentle touch
But you left me
as soon as you saw the fear
With a bottle of Spain whiskey.
My naked body was wide open to you
waiting for your gentle touch
But you left me
as soon as you saw the longing
With a bottle of Turkish liquor.
My noble spirit was wind open to you
waiting for your gentle touch
But you left me
as soon as you saw the love
With a bottle of Italian wine.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
