use your words- a poetry collection

but I guess we'll never know...

pick me up 

quarter past six

flashing green eyes 

along with a butterfly kiss

with so much to say

and nowhere to belong

you grab my hand

and whisper "the night is not done"

peach sunsets in the skies

block the light with the back of our hands

it's fire burns into our eyes

run away with me while we still can

show me how much I really am needed

hold me close and hold me tightly

Tangled hair and eyelids falling

Spend your life right here with me

youthful nights

when we'd defy all we'd been told

I'd show you if you simply said the word

but I guess we'll never know...