Time Is Of The Essence, If You Can Spare The Lungs For Breathing
She put on a class act
You saw right through it
Though se was so sad
You could make her laugh
She was the tough girl
You made her giggle
Staring off into the night
Through a rainy window
She smiles
Using raindrops to count the miles
All warning signs read taint
You laughed, called her sweet
Is her un-breakable barrier
Finally crumbling down
Beat by almost nothing
Just a boy and a bubble bath
You see your world
Through road maps, long distance
Now when it rains
She smiles
Using raindrops to count the miles
poem by Seairra Kyger
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.