Her hair fills my garbage can
Her sent my broken bed sheets
Her smile my waking mind
Her touch my nervous system
Her voice drowns in my ears
Her skin becomes my skin
And I have never felt more like a failure
Than I do when I watch her sleep
Dreaming of the world I will build her
From her hair filling my garbage can
And her sent upon my broken bed sheets
;-)
I love this poem, especially these lines,
"And I have never felt more like a failure
Than I do when I watch her sleep
Dreaming of the world I will build her",
as I watch my oldest discovering life is hard and my youngest preparing for college. Great write! ;-)
:) I figured you would like
:) I figured you would like this
:( for your oldest discovering life is hard, I hope they also discover its the messy bits thst make life beautiful
:) for the youngest, collage is exciting!
Much Love
Ashley