my mind wanders in itself
secure but it's shaking
yes, i love you
yours, for taking
after all i've been through
summer sweet skies
the truth in those lies
of how in love i feel
when i look into your eyes
my own memories of myself
the old disguise
i'm happy now
but i can still hear his cries
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
