your hair is golden
and your eyes hold fire
the way you say my name haunts me
as does your smile
imagine feeling butterflies
for someone you hardly know
then never seeing them again
it becomes a hurt you've never felt before
i'll probably search forever
but that's okay
i'll do whatever
to find and make you stay
YOU ARE READING
skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
