I listen to the sound of your breath,
When you expire the cold air.
I see the way you move your lips,
When you say the words of your mind.
I look deep in your eyes,
And I see the truth and not the lies.
I look at your hands,
The way you rub them together to get warm.
I look at your face,
And see the way your skin is pale.
Your nose,
And how it's embarrassingly red.
I look at your hair,
And see the way it looks flawless in snow.
I look at your clothes,
And realise how obsessed you are with blue.
And I look into your soul,
And I realise how innocent and pure you are.
YOU ARE READING
Random Rumination
Poesia| #53 in poetry 20/2/2018 | ---------- ❝I like it. Maybe it's because my words look better on paper. Or because my lips fail to utter my words. ❞ - Phadwa : 0| My ink
