How rough are the tides of life?
and where do they take you?
...
What he doesn't write
Will fly off his mind
What he doesn't write will...
Curly brown hair
her eyes,
how they hug me and hold me close...
Only when the corners of your eye
Is pressed to your pillow
And your tears fall into it...
Thy beauty upon a mirror
you do not see thy perfect smile
nay thy beautiful body...
1 COMMENTS
rekhanshiraghava
August 20, 2015 - 19:08 Wow.... Last stanza.... my fav. Loved it ....