Do you remember that night when I made you my canvas?
With me sitting on your bed and just your bare chest.
I had my eyeliner in my hand and I wanted to draw on you.
You laughed and refused to.
I insisted to draw across your warm skin.
But you didn't let me in.
It was 2:00 am and we were the only ones awake.
I was vulnerable to things I wanted to say.
But my hands and eyeliner wanted to tell you instead.
I ended up not writing on your bare canvas.
We went to bed and I can't stop thinking of the words I could've wrote.
"I love you, don't you know?"
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
