You,
You tasted merely
Of a cut lip, metallic,
Fresh blood I licked in
Before they noticed.
You,
You were clouds brimming
With water, waiting to unleash
On dry grass, on sands in need.
You,
You were always the cross
Between black and white,
Right and wrong, the thin line,
So many have gotten away
Because of you.
You,
You've changed now,
You're different,
You define the many colors
Hidden in shades of you.
You,
You suddenly speak of life,
Waking me up and gracing me
With smiles, I look out for you
In crowds, my eyes settle
At the slightest glimpse of you.
You,
You're still the same
But you're so much more
And its only
Because of him...
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoésiePoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
