his eyes are like the fog after it rains- beautiful
not clear
unreading like a blank page
stiff face as if he were a statue
and his mouth as if he was kissed by an angel
and the angel forgot her lips
he is beautiful from the words he speaks
to the actions he acts
he has soul and a heart
the time goes by so fast when together
time slows down for no one
thats the lingering question
would he want time to stop
in the moment that we touch
or would he want time to finish itself and just rush on through
afterwards i look at the days gone by
i wonder ...
pondering the outcome of our future
if we were to go on.
Categories:
unreading, imagination, life, love, teen,
Form: Blank verse