The Old Words
To hear her voice,would make you entranced
Too feel her laugh,and in just a moment
A simple glance!
All worries;like Icarus, wings shall grow and take flight.
Off into the heavens,forever gone, long forgotten,
to say forever goodnight.
The smell of her skin---long,lingering on my lips, and my sheets.
Her kiss--'If death was to come' My heart would pause to beat.
Her sweet breathe that I am lucky to know
No matter if nothing had ever happened , would be enough even still though
She is no longer mine yet her heart still beats in my soul,
like God's hand coming down
A Storm simply out of control!
'
''I do love bad weather''
Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2014
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