You don't know what its like
To be on the receiving end of your love
Feeling your kisses and shedding your tears
The softness of your skin
You've no idea how it is
To know how many dreams have failed
To see how battered and broken you are
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel your breath upon my neck
You can't imagine how it feels
To shake when you touch me
To wake up to your smile
And fall asleep in your hair
Knowing that you may never be mine again
You could never know what its like
To be dancing on the shoulders of angels
First of all, andy is a romantic ass little fucker. I'm getting a little weepy here okay. Im so happy:)
I love this poem and ive read it before, i have no clue why I didnt critique it
Nicole.J.Burgesss
Ok cut, print if this isn't in your anthology i wouldn't buy it........ok i would still buy it but i would be very conflicted. damn i love poems that come from a third person writen by the first person. its such a wonderful poems. and not like in a it was kind of interesting so i'll say it beautiful. It trully is a violin played to bypass the ear drum and played solely for the mind.
In short "damn girl that was deep" hehehe