I get emotional when it rains
The droplets fall upon your skin
It's closer than my hands has ever been.
I envy the wind That ripples through your blouse
It's closer than your shadow,
Your head belongs on my pillow.
I wish you the best,
Everything this world can give,
All valuable assets.
Bracelet around your neck,
Picture of you & Me.
Baby let's Converse,
Baby When I say your my Universe,
My Venus.
No Vans ,
Tick for you baby,
Your The Right One,
Nike.. Tick.
Baby Come Here,
I'm so jealous of your love,
Only In thoughts you're Here.
I get emotional when it rains
Your head belongs to my pillow.
Signs of loneliness,
boredom yawns,
Singular Shadow.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress7 days ago in Poets
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