deepundergroundpoetry.com
Clouded vision and endless thoughts
O what to do on this foggy afternoon,
While i'm stuck inside i can only think of you,
Your hair so beautiful in its place,
I look in your eyes and am lost in space.
For i am breathless and struck in awe,
how could i pick you out of this jigsaw.
Till next we meet i'll think of you,
till this fog clears, and you can see me to
While i'm stuck inside i can only think of you,
Your hair so beautiful in its place,
I look in your eyes and am lost in space.
For i am breathless and struck in awe,
how could i pick you out of this jigsaw.
Till next we meet i'll think of you,
till this fog clears, and you can see me to
Published 10th Mar 2011
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 680
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
