Blind Mouths
blind mouths would abide my way
towards the fantasy that I require
longing of Abstract thoughts
are my beginning
kisses form where I adore
your eyes bring forth
the song that form the sun
holding me to your form
kiss me once I do declare
kiss me twice now I'm crying
kiss me thrice I am melting
holding me with your strong strong hands
keeps me from falling but not away
so sing to me your kisses just once more
hold me and show me what you would say....
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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