You scratched my back so widely
printing blue fingers on my bones
deeply loved me in the darkness
left me in the morning in emptiness.
You looked at me so sweetly
smiling in our thousands kisses
sleepy on my should in the bed
left me in the morning, stay instead.
You stole eyes in yours so carefully
confusing each other skin in a touch
weepy against a wall in the room
left me in the morning in gloom.
You take and keep so indifferently
caressing hearts and their scars
dreamy holding me one more time
you will not left again, we're in rhyme.
You are part of the sky so brightly
messing my mind up and down
freely making my soul silly and blush
you are a delicate muse not a crush.
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoetryI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
