Push me against a chain link fence
Remind me of the way I am
Move in closer, an inch away from my face
Clench the fence between your fingers
And glare into my eyes.
Pelvis to pelvis
Embracing at the hip
Draw me closer love
Don't pay any attention to my quivering lips
Just meet them with yours.
Tell me all the things I have to believe
You can tell me I'm pretty
Or you can tell me that you need me.
Speak to my tongue with yours
Let them dance together like at a promenade
Don't pull away because I don't want this to end..
This is the closest to happiness that I've ever been
And I know that as soon as it ends I'll go home
And I'll be alone every Saturday night,
Wishing I was with you.
My spare time will be spent thinking about it
And tracing my fingertip over my lips
Trying to remember how you taste
Everytime I look at the stars I can almost see your face
And I can almost reach out and touch it.
Next time I'll pull you towards me
So we're pelvis to pelvis
Embracing at the hip
You can tell me I'm pretty
Or you can tell me that you need me,
And you can say that you wish this would never end,
And that when you're sitting in the corner of your room,
You're wishing that you could be with me too.
For a girl your age, you're very good with your words.
It's the first time that I looked at someone's writing on here at the same age as you that didn't talk about death, and dying, and being so morbidly alone.
<3 Good job, darling.
Beautiful. Touch and passion leads us to places we love and fear to go. It is there and gone and leavings us wanting more. Very descriptive. Thanks for letting me in your head.
All I will say is...I know how this poem...I know how the author felt....::curls up into a ball and lies alone on the floor::