Lipstick draws itself across her,
Thinking about who you once were:
Remember back when I first saw you,
What we've become, what we've got into
Underneath the night light,
But something wasn't quite right.
Brown eyes glow like little candles,
Surfing through love and it's channels.
I saw it burning deep in your mind
But you still think that I'm blind.
Pretty sounding,
Hearts were pounding,
Love abounding,
Now we're drowning
Say you want to be young again,
That you'll somehow be happy then,
If you were eighteen again
That you'll be happy when...
It's pretty sounding:
Our hearts were pounding,
Love abounding,
But now we're drowning.
In a wave of "eighteen again,"
You look eighteen again,
To me, you're eighteen again.
YOU ARE READING
RIVER
PoetryA self-guided tour through childhood, innocence, love, and the loss of it all. Feel what you want, it's all butterfly gardens from here anyways. Just remember that you're not alone here. Started January 13th, 2019. Updating weekly, sometimes more.
