My face is red
My blood blue
And my hopes are gray
My skin is glued
My fingers croshay
And my bones are tape
My hair is string
My ears pain
And my eyes are fear
Your face is beautiful
Your blood pure
And your hopes are great
Your skin is perfectly made
Your fingers a perfect length
And bones are strength
Your hair a beautiful race
Your ears filled with beautiful taste
And your eyes are filled with dreams no one can take
I'm nothing compared to you.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Escape
PoetryPoems *Yes I keep track every time I see I have a new rating for my own personal amusement* #242 in Poetry - 12/16/14 #149 in Poetry - 12/21/14 #111 in Poetry - 12/22/14 #83 in Poetry - 12/24/14
