You're wrapped up in caution tape
I know I'll make a big mistake
Maybe it's something in your face
It's a chance that I will take
I reach out while sirens blare
My hand stops in empty air
I wonder if I should just stop there
But I reach out and touch your hair
Someone fires a warning shot
But I know one shot is all they've got
Your electric touch is what I want
I want to touch you quite a lot
Your eyes are bright as I unwrap you
A Christmas present, and I've a clue
What's inside; it's hard to hide
I can easily identify you
You wrap me up in your arms
We run, we run away
We hold hands as we run off
But it's my last day today.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
