As black and white skim through our colourless enconuter,a cool finger beckons to me.Like a stubborn pice of ice atop melted water,you softly scoop me up, and play with me on your upper lip.Even so,I will search for that one true love.Your dry eyes have come so far for this moment.If I could, I would wrap you around me like this,and be done.Night falls and my wish dose not come true,but tomarrow brings a new morn.With your sweet,warm,ill-faced kiss,fill me with colour as if it is the last time the moon will shine upon us.
- Title: Morn
- Artist: cwswild
- Description: This is just one of the pomes I wright and I hope you love it just as much as I do.
- Date: 05/18/2009
- Tags: morn