His eyes are the color of a mud puddle.
When dappled sunlight trickles throukgh forest trees,
the water shines in golden patches,
warmly
his hands are always warm,
a form,
like perfection
the corners
of my eyes always
see form
a ghost from a good dream
sea foam,
laughing voice,
but he is a ghost real
reach out both arms into the
thin air
and thick darkness, thicker than silence
sliced into delicious slices,
all that exists is your face and your eyes
and your lips, moonlight
burned inside my eyelids,
lasting longer than the sun's stupid scorches
and tasting like happiness,
scented of nothing
but you
are the sweetest scent
ever to hide in my nose,
and travel to my lungs in breath
and stay there.
For I will never exhale.
Are the line breaks too distracting?
Comments
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I can't even read this it's too good.
This really speaks to me... in the way that I want it to, but it's creative and wonderful. -
That R Kelly is a real charmer...
I dont even know what line breaks are.
All I know is that when there is a break in my lines of coke I throw a fit! Gotta keep that stuff nice and thin, know what I mean.
I gave you three faces with a total of six hands raised. AllPoetry needs more coke junkies like us.
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a very good poem i like the last few lines the most
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