Talk through your tear stained sleeve
and wipe them from your eyes
Tell me your pain,...
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
davidehrgott
January 27, 2016 - 16:07 good message