When I was beautiful
My hips sway from side to side,
My eyes allude your capture,
My beauty's present in every line,
This I know with rapture.
A name on paper,
A song in the air,
Your thoughts could fill a pasture.
I fill your dreams
and every street
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
