I wish that night would come again
So I could catch it
Like a speck of snow
With ice crystals jutting out uniquely, but softly
So I can watch the room unfold around us again
Two skinny-lovers clothed in serendipity
Corsages blooming, eyes and glitter gleaming
And then I was a girl with curls and pale skin
I thought I was dreaming
When you took me in your arms
And my eyes sizzled into yours
As you gazed into them.
We were a masterpiece
Of lavender and brown and blue,
Invisible colors too
And the artist was you.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
