Post by somaybeitsme on Jan 2, 2004 1:29:35 GMT -5
The Sky is Falling
Rainy day
In December
The smell of you
On my favorite shirt.
One tear
Falls
On your silver skin
Shivering
To the gripping
Tight clench
Of my cold hand.
One kiss
On weeping eyelashes
Is all
I want.
Lightning strikes
Roaring thunder
The tumbling clash
Of sound waves
Breaking the barrier of love.
I read it in a book once
A book I couldn’t put down
Every word captivated me
Into a oblivious trance
Of temporary happiness
Like the happiness
That echoes
To my heart
Every time you touch me
Finger move
Hand numb
Sweaty palms
Clinging to the arm
Of the ugly green couch
Hidden underneath a beautiful
Blue silk cover,
I know you’re scared.
Fear screaming in
A nervous laugh
Chuckling from your soul
Each time
You hear the word love
Come out of my mouth.
Words I never knew existed
Indescribable
Tranquility bleeding
On a wilted flower
Given to me
A hundred times
By people
Who wanted to suck out all the nectar,
The sweet beauty,
Out of something
So precious and priceless.
The very smell of you
Leaking on my
Nectar.
Its raining
In December
And I didn’t even know it.
Rainy day
In December
The smell of you
On my favorite shirt.
One tear
Falls
On your silver skin
Shivering
To the gripping
Tight clench
Of my cold hand.
One kiss
On weeping eyelashes
Is all
I want.
Lightning strikes
Roaring thunder
The tumbling clash
Of sound waves
Breaking the barrier of love.
I read it in a book once
A book I couldn’t put down
Every word captivated me
Into a oblivious trance
Of temporary happiness
Like the happiness
That echoes
To my heart
Every time you touch me
Finger move
Hand numb
Sweaty palms
Clinging to the arm
Of the ugly green couch
Hidden underneath a beautiful
Blue silk cover,
I know you’re scared.
Fear screaming in
A nervous laugh
Chuckling from your soul
Each time
You hear the word love
Come out of my mouth.
Words I never knew existed
Indescribable
Tranquility bleeding
On a wilted flower
Given to me
A hundred times
By people
Who wanted to suck out all the nectar,
The sweet beauty,
Out of something
So precious and priceless.
The very smell of you
Leaking on my
Nectar.
Its raining
In December
And I didn’t even know it.
