if i was an artist
i were to only paint pictures of you
the love you gave me
was a muse itself
enough inspiration for a lifetime
you can be found in
the blooming flowers and
your smile is tattooed
on the inside of my lids
it is your skin under my hands
and your hands stroking my body
tears pour from my heart
because it's not you
laying in the sheets next to me
though it's my greatest wish.
YOU ARE READING
the coffee table
PoetryWelcome to the complexity of my mind. Feel free to roam in the shelves above. Sit down at the coffee table and feel the printed pages between your fingers. Maybe you find a poem to read at night and the other for breakfast when the smell of coffee l...
