Beautiful Skeletons In My Closet...
I can no longer hide...
**********************************************************************************
Can you hear my whispers? My eyes call for you across the room…Listen
**********************************************************************************
What is your name my tantalizing secret? How shall I call for you in my dreams?
Like two notes embracing each other in a chord, when will our curiosities intertwine?
Will I ever feel the ecstasy of your touch?
Will you ever see past my crumbling facade? Will you ever tear yours down?
With each breath I exhale, a poem is born...For You
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
2 comments:
Is this about a real person or just the thought of the perfect person?
if she is real, she's a lucky girl, and she doesn't even know it.
she knows it.
Post a Comment