gold skies
yellow sunsets
hazel eyes
and i have no frets
brown curly hair
amber whiskey
fresh air
we've gotten frisky
my thoughts are light
wrapped in you
i just might
kiss you too
i love you
kiss me long
rain is few
i'll sing you a song
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poésiepoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
