I don't see you idle in pink,
Not to stop and think,
About your eyelashes in a mirror,
Plaster above a sink.
Those things don't capture your attention,
But there's tension in my wrists,
Restraining my finger tips,
Busying them on piano keys,
Computer needs,
Can I do what I please.
Your lips are naturally-
Passively glancing,
My heart prancing,
My eyes dancing.
I've daydreamed about,
Lips made of clouds,
Lips made of bubblegum.
Where to run, hon, you're killing me.
Just a taste, you're alcohol,
I'll limit myself.
I swear to you.
Love me or hate me,
Do you even mean to play me?
I wonder, I ponder,
Living in thoughts of squalor,
You're a respectable girl,
You don't want the world,
You want the honest to god truth.
Well, honey, hear it is,
I kinda wanna kiss you
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoesiaPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~