Every time I hear the rain fall
I think about how much I would like
To share a bed with you
Doing nothing, doing a lot
to share a life with you...
Looking at you, kissing you, making you
What poets do with the muses
Crumbling the silhouette to attach the souls
Dismember the entire bed
Start the words with kisses
And wait for the eternity of your look.
YOU ARE READING
Every time I hear the rain.
PoetryEvery time I hear the rain fall I think about how much I would like To share a bed with you Doing nothing, doing a lot To share a life with you... Looking at you, kissing you, making you What poets do with the muses Which is the closest thing I kno...
