When I look at your face, I see a mirror
A reflection of myself, just the slightest bit clearer.
I can see the mars across your heart,
The marks, in numbers, across your skin; the saddest kind of art.
Yet, still, I want to reach out and caress your face,
Hold out my hands and let our fingers lace
I want to be your rock, your line, your base.
I want to show you how much you make my heart race.
Let me start with a smile,
Let me stay by your side for a while
And maybe we can move into the level of a kiss
Just a small peck or two, not much to miss
And we can see where we go on from there
Even if you leave me for who knows where.
// definitely needs future editing. honestly i don't care for this one and don't think it's very good, but i'm somewhat busy and barely made this one up. i've got another one started, but that's one i'm submitting so i can't post it. kinda sad because i really love it though it's not finished ;-; //
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Of Sixes and Sevens
Şiirto be of sixes and sevens means to be in a state of confusion and disarray. a collection of poems by a person who has been stuck like this for a while. highest ranking: #411 in Poetry / / all rights reserved. do not reproduce or transmit in any for...
