On his chest,
I rest my head
On his skin,
My tears, I've shed
In his eyes -
The words we've read
In his mind -
The things I've said
For his heart,
My love has bled
All of those,
I wish were you
Instead
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
