You are made up
Of all the leftover words
That I could not string together,
Into the poetry
That spilled from my pen,
The grand words I wished to write
Were empty,
For they could not contain
All that lived inside you
You are the breathless,
Involuntary language
Of a woman in love,
The broken letters of rushed speech
When hearts cannot contain
Their unyielding passion,
When they eagerly hope
For romantic reciprocation,
Expensive words to fill the air
That resonate in the lofty reaches
Of your highest love
You are the ink that glides on paper,
Messy and in shambles
As my hand shakes,
When I remember how
You left me speechless
As sunset illuminated your eyes,
And all the world was shining
For that all too brief a time,
Quiet and at peace
You are the words,
All the words,
The words in my possession,
All the words of greater writers
That express what lives inside me,
All the words from my love stung lips
As they leave me in an endless exhale,
And enter,
Through the part of your
Beckoning lips,
They enter into your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
