Wet grass valentine
Nobody, no sound -
It silent,
You face while a nowhere sidewalk,
A leather is kind of pergament,
A scars like an ink you deserve
When cold, fingertips are not yours
Touch face, please, and try to be silent
You try to do best and alone
I'll be your eternity lover
*I'll be only one you deserve*
-
Author:
Badjanah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2025 13:41
- Comment from author about the poem: It was my experiment, all this poem was written in my leather in dark and cold park. About last line, it maybe weird but... I tried to read this poem many times. One day last line doesn't fits, other - poem feels not ended without it... It still happens...
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
Offline)
Comments1
I find it interesting when there are poems that I can't understand.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.