Peaceful is the rain, now causing noise that they can not hear themselves.
Hush is the waters just beneath us, as I kiss you slowly.
Your lips softer than I remember captivates
me, your hair dark as your eyes pulls strings at my heart....Purposely gazing into my eyes knowing full well what that does to me, I grab your hand putting my fingers next to yours, holding your hand tightly.
I look at you like you looked at me when I know that you want me.
The dark solid night kisses my eyes, my heart speaks only the truth when I say your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk.
Such a soul like yours sew my deepest pain? When the clock shows no time the oceans rough tide rips across it's own body yet, even so my eyes still cry tears for you.
YOU ARE READING
Purposely, wine in my eyes
شِعرMy eyes covered in wine slightly burned but at the same time it's so sweet is your sweet face may I ever regain consciousness again?
