Brittle coffee grounds
Simulate your eyes
A cocoon of thoughts
Clench your mind twisting games
That I love to play
And I'm not sure why
You hold bitter morals
But your anthem is consoling
Like the russet walls
Of my grandmother's house
It's the psalm that you carry in your hand
That makes the heavens woo
Just like I do for you
I don't know the real you
You don't know the real me
But your chestnut eyes
Only drag me further
Into your deceptive tricks
Love or lust it's hard to define
But I am not yours
And you are not mine
YOU ARE READING
kiss me goodnight and tell me i'm pretty
Poetrydo you think we'll be in love forever?
