Please
My heart is soft and bruises easily
So when I give it to you
Wrapped in fragile dreams, and washed out moon's lace
Treat it gently.
My blush could shame a thousand red, red roses
My words as cruel as the thorn
A Cheshire grin, a hollow bite, and doting eyes
The gravity of this love is incalculable, and I'd never want to leave anyway
So let me stay awhile, in this cloud that tastes like dewdrops, and like you
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Across Space And Time
PoezieAs the title says, these are thoughts of mine, left here for any and all to see. These entries may be fleeting, but they still exist. Do not plagiarize, and be wary. Sometimes the well of thought can be so deep, you can drown without realizing.
