Your words are sweet and slow.
I almost forgot to breathe.
In their sound and form
I can almost see
the way you feel,
the way you think.
In your stolen stares and silent smiles,
you thoughts are plain.
I can see them for miles.
You wish it could be more.
And all the while,
I almost forgot to breathe.
In your tight embrace,
I couldn't make a sound.
I couldn't move a muscle.
I wanted only to hold you tight,
to think of you.
But my brain kept telling me
the same two things:
"It can't be"
and
"Don't forget to breathe."
07/20/12
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Поэзия...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
