You've let her paint your lips with her love
You've let her fingers travel up your skin
You've let her run through your hands like water
You've let her find her home in your arms
You've let her scent fill your heart.
I haven't cried you a river
I have cried you an ocean
I still find you beautiful, I always find you beautiful
I find you so majestically unreal
I don't know why I spend my love on you when
I know I'll never be your Her.
I'll never ever be your Her.
Xx Tanny
YOU ARE READING
Enraptured
Poetry° poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes origin from emotion collected in tranquility ° //William Wordsworth// highest rank: #93 in poetry on 28/10/2017
