I looked at the sky
Day dreaming about this guy
Who makes me feel like I could fly
On my lips he left a sweet taste
Like a romance novel
I had copied and quickly hit paste
He pasted kisses on my skin
And carved our initials on my collar bone
Laying in his arms was quickly becoming home
The sound of his heart was soon soothing
His eyes haunt my day dreams and grace my nightmares
He became
The Joker to my Harley
The Jack to my Sally
He was becoming an addiction
But I love his affection
So I copied and pasted his name in the stars
While he pasted his kisses on my scars
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
