Songs Our Souls Have Sung
Ever since I was a little girl,
I had always wanted to learn
How to play the piano. At least,
I did up until I met you. Now
I've gone from wanting to make
Sweet music across a set of ivory
Keys to making symphonies by
Drumming my fingertips across
Your porcelain skin. The crescendo
Of your heartbeat soars to life
Through the pulse in your veins.
As you lay your head on my
Shoulder, our song softly fades.
Even Mozart pales in comparison
To the songs our souls have sung.
YOU ARE READING
Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
