Poems from amanee567
If you listen closely, you can hear the sotft breathing of his slumber
The motions
Your lips form
When you say you love me.
Too proud for love,
But the way your eyes squint when you laugh makes me think about all of the beautiful things,
So I stick to the script...
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over.
Why do I try?
Taking in everything that's happened,
How do I forget...
It was a silent night I could hear my heart pounding from the inside,
It poured from my lips and wrote from my fingers,
For I will never...