You smell like vodka and cigarette smoke, your smile reminds me of laughter that chokes,
Your eyes look like something I know, a story untold, with nothing on show.
Your hands seem gentle like the last of the breeze, your breath seems smooth, like something of ease,
Your words seem bare, boring, dull, yet your mind seems beautiful, somewhat full.
You seem so happy, yet your eyes look so sad, tell me, are your thoughts really so bad?
Let me borrow a moment of yours, and maybe some words, let me know of your mind, tell me why it hurts;
I'll bid you goodnight with a smile and a wave, you may share your mind but it's not mine to save.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
