Eyes grey like a blank canvas.
Boiling over the beauty they paint.
Your undertow is showing.
Your heart palette is growing with colors; everflowing.
Winding swirls that you leak take me to the You that you keep.
Voice quiet like a bare wall.
Shaken and ready to color.
Your effort is showing.
Your pressure is rising with colors like lightning.
Splattered graffiti that you speak takes me to the You that you hide.
Body still like a you looked in her eyes.
Ready to quake the earth.
Your patients is showing.
Your love is shooting like a fallen star rebooting.
Revolting moves that you mamba take me to the You that you overthrow.
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2018 01:57
- Category: Surrealist
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the wording is great in this poem ! loving this ! 🙂
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