She looks at him, her eyes so pure
Glistening with the shine of his
His face is kind of poker
But I guess everyone knows
How his heart's no more in control
Everything's so pure about it
No eyes can judge it
Everything's so pure about it
No lips can speak against it
Everything's just so pure and beautiful about it
July 27th, 2018
Friday
YOU ARE READING
Tinge
Poésie"My mind flourishes with thoughts endless My pen is a relief, paper a friend." A collection of poems by me. They carry emotions but don't have some really big words. Easy to read. Easy to understand, maybe difficult to feel.
