Him

elsiewarrenswords

The slow and delicate touch of his lips,
Strokes over my fingertips.
His eyes are set on nothing but my own,
When he's away, I feel so alone.
His voice brushes past,
But this, I know wont last.
The ringtone of his text,
He's probably waiting for his next.
All the words he has ever claimed,
Are just lies.

  • Author: elsiewarrenswords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2016 11:38
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 29
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  • Tony36

    Wonderfully beautiful poem

    • elsiewarrenswords

      Thank you ever so much - that means the world

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Christina8

        Beautifully written poem but such a sad ending. Great job though!



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