You're so sweet
like honey in the fresh of spring.
Your breath is like a that of child,
full of sugar and flowers.
I can see you through the mist
standing there in the blush
and you're smiling
the way you do
when you look at the stars.
When the wind blows
and carries my words
from my mouth to yous
I like to pretend
that our lips are meeting
for the first time
and that we're together
on the forest floor
enveloped in the arms of nature
becoming one.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
