During the late hours of night
Not yet day
But way past midnight
I looked into your eyes
And with each laugh
They find their way into
My heart
When your eyes are closed
I want them open
There is only one problem
With you up so high
It’s hard to reach
We have the will to write
Child enough to act silly
Adult enough to enjoy your touch
If you let me
One day I’ll show you
What it means when
Our lips blaze with heat
When hugs mean more than hello
Creating the body to go weak
When the mind goes numb
Only if you lie to me
I have plenty of friends
To tell you the truth
I’m not perfect
Not anywhere close
Only I’m trying to change
Are you?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Ages
PoetryPoems I have written over the last 5 years and I plan on throwing them in, in any random order
