YOU ARE READING

Poetry

midnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips

you

0 0 0

by lonely_ass_queer

by lonely_ass_queer

You played the right chords at the right time,

And you etched the words into my mind,

And I had pressed record and then you stopped,

And even when you left, they played on.

You said the right thing at the right time,

You brought out words I couldn’t find,

And I looked them up and wrote them down,

And you left, and they stayed both without a sound.

You came into the right life at the right time,

You turned back the clock and stopped the tide,

We watched the sunset and the sunrise,

And now I'm still here with you on my mind.