at the edge of the balcony,
i smell dry wood .
and with my souls epiphany,
all it sees is you .
with the glassier of my eyes
reminiscing lively hood,
im up in the heavens
in an angels malibu
our hands entwine
and our love combine .
but like an ever flowing stream
all i can do is daydream .
my world will shine ,
when you are mine .
but like the weakening steam
all i can always do ,
is day dream .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
