Your perfect lips;
They speak so suddenly;
And I long to kiss.
That look so gentle.
How they curve,
To each word you say;
Every sound you make;
To every smile that spreads.
Every simple word;
that your lips mouth,
Make my heart beat,
Faster and faster.
YOU ARE READING
The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.
